Hurt Tears

“Where do the hurt tears go to”? In thoughts I inquire, Seeing stars in her eyes forcing their way out ‘her face. Hurt tears fuel’ with complaints ‘no intention to retire, Only to acquire end’ pain like fire ‘she cannot embrace. Silly me…hostage I ‘held by silence ‘I was eas’y caught, Stand’ still strain’ struck by pain like muscles hit ‘polio. Seeing a women of worth being hit by a dreadnought, Her heart bitterly bruised…bones broken as I read ‘folio. In an ocean created by her own hurt tears she drowned, A land that never drank water ‘ages in hurt tears ‘soaking. The pain inside of ‘graduated ‘masters-my eyes calculated, Fluctuating with fire flames frightfully a’d furiously burning. But dwell not; depreciate not in pain for all will end-all must, For your hurt tears has poured them all out with a thrust.