Tears

• Jordan Taylor-Parkins, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2008

Crystal blue, glittering in the light,
Trickling down, falling out of sight.
Salty taste, pass lips and chin,
Sadly frown, these times don’t win.

Sharp headache, wetness on the face,
Sitting down, am lost in this place.
Feeling scared, have opened up fears,
Realisation, these must be tears.