Okay, here is yet another Trigun poem. I know what you're all thinking: "Enough with this poem stuff, write a story already!" but Trigun has such great scope for poetry, what with its characters and the emotion and depth of the story . . . Aah! I promised I wouldn't rant again. Oh well. Like my last poem, ignore the periods between stanzas; it was the only way to separate them. (stupid computer!) And as you'll notice, it's about Vash.
Disclaimer: I don't own Trigun.

Tear-Torn

You're doing it again–

blaming yourself,

for not saving

what couldn't be saved,

for not stopping things

out of your control.

But you can't seem to see

that it's not your fault.

.

You're too busy,

carrying the world

on your battle-scarred shoulders,

ransoming its captives

with blood and tears,

easing others' pain

while neglecting your own.

But it never seems to be enough,

and your pain only grows.

.

You try so hard to hide it,

but your eyes betray you.

Will you try and hide

behind those bronze glasses?

They can't keep in your tears;

one is already making its way

through the dust on your cheek.

.

You turn away,

knowing more will follow,

flowing from aquamarine eyes

now clouded in grief,

they slip silently down,

staining your face once again,

leaving it haunted–

tear-torn.

.

You cry for the dead,

the ones you couldn't save.

You cry for the living,

who suffer, consumed

in anger and fear.

You cry for those who shun you,

hate you,

hurt you.

.

You give everything

you have for them:

your pain and sorrow,

your dreams, your tears,

until there is nothing left,

and you lie motionless

on the burning desert sand,

alone and broken,

tear-torn.

But who will cry for you?

So, what did you think? Did you like it? Please review, I really need to know what you thought. Be honest, but not purposely cruel. Thank you for your time.