The Blood of Unrequited Tears
by Michael Doyle

Even children book stories
Hold whispers of former glories
Like the Book of Life's Resurrection
If we follow the clues, we'll find the connections

A brave child will dare to read
Using his imagination to find where it leads
Even trying to imbibe life into bread
As if coaxing life will make it arise from the dead

He is reminded of this as he grows into a man
Paying the consequences that come the best that he can
Pulled from one adventure to life's next
This is the excitement felt as his life connects

Where and when in places where mercy is a word forgotten
These places fuel the damnation that festers spoiled and rotten
To Hell with the curses that fuel damnation's burning fire
As these curses lead to hope dying on lost funeral pyres

In the transparency of death and pain, he finds true despair
As diseases like the plague bring his life into disrepair
Doctors always put aside the attachments that make others care
And the Hippocratic Oath becomes a horrified, hypocritic snare

Filled with the unintended harm that is dealt
Out to the world that needs its cares felt
False superiority is as marked and abrasive as a rash
Seen in its observed cycle that always leads to its crash

It's the point where too much talking becomes only commotion
And leads to humanity drowning in its overwhelming emotions
These are the trembles that are greater than the sum of tears wept
Horror can be reduced only by the hours we have slept

(c) October 30, 2023   Michael Doyle
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