Tears Of Misery

• Dove Kilpatrick
• Poetry
• 2008

A young girls tears fall
Tears of misery
I watch her on the streets
And wish I could comfort her

I watch her again
Seeing the crowds
That passes without even a word
It hurts me too see her like this
Knowing I could, if I tried, save her

She doesn’t talk
It’s too hard
Her Joy, her own child
…Died…
Couldn’t even survive three weeks

A young man will walk up to her
He could ask
Or he could stare in wonder
Like me
She wont say a word
I could yell she cant talk
And walk over and cuddle her

He could ask me why
I could respond with the truth
The girl would look at me
Might even smile weakly
And nod

I could be happy I finally helped her
And showed I still care

But another day
Another world

I allow myself to be swept away
Once more alone.
And leaving my sisters haunted life alone.