Sometimes Tears Are Red

Sometimes tears are red,
Like the blood flowing through your veins,
Like wine dripping from the bottle,
The blood tears as they manifest.

Sometimes tears are blue,
As one struggles to hold their breath,
As they dunk under the water and can't come up,
Like blue ink spilling all over the page.

Sometimes tears are clear,
Like the lies you can't detect,
Like the things coming that you never see,
Ready to swallow you whole, if you let it.

Sometimes tears are black,
Like the hole that you hide in,
Or the poison in your heart,
A pitch black place where you can't see anything.

Sometimes tears are gray,
As your dreams slip away,
As what you once knew is no more,
And life will never be the same.

Sometimes tears are white,
Like the blank space in your heart,
Or the vacant look in your eyes,
Waiting, watching, wanting more.

Most often times tears are variegated,
Containing all that has happened in the past,
What has made you alive and what has tried to kill you.
As they manifest together.