Joey Jones Poems
My Tears Are Ink
My tears are ink for the lines I write
about this friend I miss this night
a soul to which my spirit rhymed
couplets were we, perfectly timed.
Alone I am now, a single line of verse
penned deeply in melancholies curse
an endless caesura placed in the way
between my tomorrow and my yesterday
As these tears dry about the friend I adore
I know about him I can compose no more
with my life's own story I must move on
renewing myself with the breaking dawn
His memory I shall forever find here
within this poem written with my tears.
This havoc is destroying my days
as torrents of strife erode
all hope from my soul.
I scream in silence
and weep at its echo
while I rage in vain.
I search both the heavens