My hands are shaking,
but I'm not cold.
These tears are new,
but this pain is old.
Unwanted; cast out...
Told never to come back.
Hot tears, swim down;
poetically stained black.
Faces I'll never see again,
voices I'll never hear again...
Here's the difference between now and then.
You've made it clear, sir -
Though I can't see the simplicity.
When I was your student,
you loved me nearly implicitly!
I can say it's not fair,
let my eyes plant a river.
But it won't break this board,
can't create just a sliver.
But that's what I'm gonna do,
cause my eyes won't stay dry.
When they ask, "who did this to you?"
My reply: "A Christian and some guy."
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interesting work. A little too cryptic for me, but i was never good at crosswords. If you are keen on writing with strong rythm and rhyme, and you mentioned the flow to me before in regards to my work, then there is a lot of theory, some of it very basic, which can help you a lot. let me know if you're interested.
otherwise, well done, and good luck with the coming work.
One Angry Monkey
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