Tear Stain Poem by Jennifer Sol

It’s closing in,
All she’s ever felt,
Is coming closer,
Trapping her in it’s net,
Of lies and betrayal,
And finally all the tears,
She’s longed to cry,
Come cascading down,
Her porcelain face,
Plummeting to the,
Cold floor.
With a splash,
The only memory of her,
Will be a tear stain,
On a cold wooden floor,
In an old cabin,
Up on a hill top,
Where no one dares to go,
For they hear,
Screaming every night,
And they think it’s the ghost,
That lives with the girl,
On the hill,
The weird dirty girl,
With the greasy hair,
The naked feet,
And tattered clothing,
It traps her in it’s net,
And all the tears,
Cascade as she takes,
Her last dying breath.
No one had taken the time,
To love her,
And so she dies,
All she had to show,
Of her meager life,
Was a tear stain,
On a cold wooden floor.