Ink tears <br />whom rest in black tears <br />so do they course upon <br />my face <br />Are mine of pain <br />and sorrow <br />of anger I can't abate <br />yet what of the hate <br />of past <br />and present <br />those are the tear's <br />that I so shed <br />shed such with but a pen <br />each tear with a meaning <br />for each has its own feeling <br />they all carry their own reason <br />Yet never do they <br />reach the ground <br />unnoticed unknown <br /> <br />by James e Mclain and Unnoticed Unknown<br /><br />Scarlet .....<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cheek-stained-by-ink-of-tear/
