Cry For Me

A Poem by Tides

Poem about life, love, loss and unfairness

Who would cry for me?
Not for show but for a soul.
Snapping self-righteous
Or a weakened hole…
Was it me? Was it me?

Do they know the Point?
The one there’s got to be.
That treasure, that truth
Seen waving, winking…
That (my) elusive mystery.

Does it balance the scales,
Make a reckoning real?
Right a crippled, mourned defeat?
Or just the same and only more
For just rewards and settle the score.

But where does that go,
That burdened way?
Downtrodden trod downward
In that wicked state
As vile’s the victim sought fairness, and debt repaid.

No, don’t knock here, there’s none to find.
Bled barren, how can that womb bear on?
That seed, that change to ground the dream.
Now me, less you, lest all remain…
But you won’t cry, there’s just no pain.