Weep a little more, I have seasoned your tears
Salty and sweet. Cry again, you poor little one!
Fear your fears, spite your self, punch your pain.
Sleep with your eyes open. Bink once at night.
Don’t think twice! Just save your breath Tom!
Write the letter, I’d take it to Mom and Mimi.
Be happy please, when you get over there.
Joy is not smiles, happiness is not grin.
This sorrow seems to win. My heart is broken!
I have emptied bottles to find hope and peace.
And here! I’ve found it tied to a rope.
I’ve tried to fight this pain and hound.
But when I lift my hands to punch it face I see,
Then I come to know that I am the enemy.