Synthetic tears don’t benefit the sad,
Whose world is trembling after recent loss.
Real tears may stop many going mad.
Though for the onlookers there is a cost.
Yet do not stand by helplessly confused.
Tears and grief are calls for loving arms.
If friendship’s real, we cannot be bemused.
Though in our hearts we may feel strange alarm.
Fear of grief is worse than grief itself.
Ruminating on our horrors harms
Feeling to the heart of what is here
Softens pain and so will be a balm.
Fear,obsession,inward looking eye,
May cause us to desire only to die.
How my heart sings 