A TeaR

Looking down at the water,
Standing at the edge of a peir,
Looking at the crashing waves,
I never shed a tear.

THinking of bad memories,
visions filled my head,
THinking of all that happened,
Not a tear was shed.

The jagged rocks that covered the shoreline,
Made a turn for the worse,
As I turned to face the wind,
As I went to curse.

I fell far and fast,
Off the edge of the peir,
But never did I shed a tear.