Poetry by The Midnight Writer Aka Ben Ditmars

I have often wondered what tears look like
underneath a microscope, until I saw
how tears of grief were not glass shards,
those of hope did not skip like stones
or dance as I imagined tears of laughter,
flowing past a nonexistent bridge
composed of crying for the souls
we can’t replace.

You can find The Midnight Writer here

https://benjaminditmars.wordpress.com/2016/02/11/composed-of-crying/#respond

 

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