Tears
	by Darrell L. March<bosch@netzone.com>

Tears are not easily shed by those who do not know pain
For true sorrow eludes them like the wind eludes sight
However when true sorrow is known the tears fall
Harder, stranger, and faster than April rain

I have known true sorrow and true pain
True pain visits me every single time I stand
True sorrow grips my soul when I try to say something clever
Only to find others gawking or laughing
When I stammer and choke on my words

Memory is no longer an old friend who consoles me in my melencholy
Instead memory hides in some forgotten corner or some dense fog
In memory's place dances a perverse monster
Which sometimes grips me in a flashback fist or sleeping horror

I know sorrow, I know pain and I have the right to my tears
When those you have sworn to protect poison you
And then turn their back
Tears are easily shed