The Path Of Tears Poem by Candice Renae Williams

A ponderous outcome in chance.
A ponderous existence doomed to face reality.
To certainly expose life in its basest element.
I chance to remark, that the tear’s path,
Itself,
Is not to be glorified
But left to be a reminder.
Leave it to fester,
As it falls,
Swept down onto skin,
that the tear did before lay,
With the vast and undue
extreme emotion.
A silent plummet downwards,
Drying in a grip of hopeless abandonment,
there is no more wretched than that of a tear.
It grasps in a salty journey,
Remorseful of its hold.
Yet,
It is seen to ponder upon,
Which justification must direly be noted,
Whatever painful occupation there might be,
That it’s gone on the occasion that the tear does fall.