Yes, when I am down, i tend to write poems… I found another one that i had kept hidden in the closet. But when you all read it, think of a tree that is crying rather than a person, instead. Just to give a different feel. Imagine it cry as we cut it down to pieces and it cries out in vain.
Empty Tears
Coldness as it outlines It stains the sides One single drop rolls down Is it a drop filled with sadness, sorrow, hurt or joy?
It hurts, it’s painful The ache is swelled up The lump grows and multiplies Is it a piece of sadness, sorrow, hurt or joy?
The gutter bitterness Is nothing but a constant agony, It nags and gnaws from the inside Is that gutter sadness, sorrow, hurt of joy?
Do you not hear me when I hurt? Do you know when my heart breaks? Do you even care, that it aches? …..Why is there, no one that cares.
What is the purpose of shedding even a drop? Why cry at all when we have these emotions? It’s sickening and sad… For all anyone knows… They are nothing but… Empty tears….
