A cold tear runs down my cheek.
Remembering the day you left me Cold, Bleak, Weak, and in Pain.
That memory in my brain.
Slowly, but Effectively making me Insane.
I wish I could cease the memories of the past, and things that did not last.
But I'll be forever in this winter rain.
Cold, Bleak, Weak, and in Pain.
Derek Germain
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cold-tear/
