Questions of a Teardrop
It streams down my cheek
Slowly yet surely
It is calming and relaxing
Yet stressing and hurtful
It creeps its way along a hardened path
Alone, single, no more, no less
I feel its pain
As it leaves its trail
The mistakes the questions I never asked
I live with the burden
Fear has taken grasp
No questions asked to answers given
It clings to my cheek
Not wanting to leave me
As I do to you holding you near me
As it releases and dives to the ground below
So do I, fallen victim to the fear of rejection...
No questions asked, no answers given
By, James Levy
1/21/97 a.b.
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