Why Tears

Always on the edge of falling apart,

like gravel landscape a fluid motion,

kicking me to the side of the road.


What’s inside that needs to part

my frame of mind, this emotion

rules I’ve never really understood.


I wanted to just live in normalcy

always the listener without fear

Yet somehow anywhere I land …


It carries beyond my infancy

when we might expect a tear

now an edge always at hand


Seems we have our own reason

to know why, yet they’re hidden

to know why, yet they’re hidden.


I stood on the edge and looked for her

to know just why, yet you were hidden

© Thom Amundsen 9/2021

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