Mark R Slaughter


My Sneaking Tears - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

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How heavy fell the rain that day
From burdened clouds of mournful grey.
The torrent forced them stay their height -
Composure swayed by onerous might.

My skin wrung wet with icy chill
As mud embraced that sodden hill;
But mind of mine had elsewhere gone -
'Twas clouds abandoned I was on.

The driving drops advanced their gears
To camouflage my sneaking tears -
Whence now did swell such floods of pain
To see me melt into this rain…

On equal bearing now were we:
This rain, myself, in harmony.



Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009










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Poem Submitted: Saturday, February 14, 2009

Poem Edited: Tuesday, March 20, 2012


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