The Cry of Tears

My task I embrace,
to stop the bleeding with 
compassion and wisdom
given to hearts in needing

Yet even embraces grow weak with time.
Allow me to receive
one rest and I'll be free
one walk through moonlit air.

I escape to the night air
where teardrops plummet from heaven
screaming their final tear
before becoming one with oblivion

These people die before their time.
And they try not to go alone.
Sure as tears will again fall
from a bloody translucent sky
so shall they all be mist,
not even alive enough to be a raindrop.

See the silent cry of total agony
they are truly alone when they die.
Like the raindrop cascading 
their final teardrop shall fall
from eyes no longer breathing.

So I return to the world,
and I embrace my love
and I thank myself for acceptance,
and I thank Nature for her guidance.
I know what I must do.