The Cost Of Every Tear You Shed Poem by D A Phinney

The Cost Of Every Tear You Shed



The cost of every tear you shed
Was dearer than my wounded heart could hold.
To keep alive what should be dead

Was unimpressed within my head,
And I prefered to fend off being told
The cost of every tear you shed

Could agonize, but sought instead
To kindle up the embers nearly cold
To keep alive what should be dead.

But soon I learned where this had led,
Admitting what I'd bought were better sold.
The cost of every tear you shed,

The weight of gold, the weight of lead,
Is all alike, yet blind you still make bold
To keep alive what should be dead.

And any man would face with dread
Each numbing straw you spin to chains of gold,
The cost of every tear you shed
To keep alive what should be dead.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
D A Phinney 04 February 2006

Yes, thank you for recognizing the attempt. I tried to challenge myself, never having written one, by using shorter line length than the most famous Tyger.

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Not Long Left 31 January 2006

A grand attempt at a Villanelle which i think this is, please correct me if i am wrong, i enjoyed this. Vincent

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D A Phinney

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