Tears in a bucket, throughout the years
so bitter in taste that briny waste
rusting the seams to percolate
the rivers within, as they run out.

Spindrift from seas with passion erupts
stinging the eyes, pouring down cheeks
castles of sand, now all washed away
by oceans of tears that flow through the pail.

Tears in a bucket filled from above
blurring the vision in sorrowful eyes
spill their liquor as weeping clouds
precipitation from rain filled skys.

Ashes to ashes, rust to rust
more holes than whole, now interred with the trash
mud at the bottom still cloys to the soul
heartbreaks once caught in the bucket of tears.

All eyes water, where do tears go
when they're not weeping, what hides the flow
how do you catch them when they're unseen
now there's no bucket to hold back the stream.

In bravest of eyes, nothing restrains
the tears that flow from gutter to drain
subterranean dreams never forgotten
all flushed away, by rivers of waste.**

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