By Kelvin K. K.
A tender untended loner trickles
Down a fragile innocent face
Reminiscent of pain recently felt
By a soul so soft it was shattered
And its agony was forth sent,
Liquid in form not to choke
A heart already stuffed with emotion.
But the cruelty of nature
Soon robs the tear of its aesthetics
Causing a stream with no oceans;
Sobs and mourns with no melody
As the inner reserves let loose
The tormenting demons within
Tears are bitter child
They sting to sore red
The eyes of those who shed them
Crying corrupts your voice
To incomprehensible din
When it’s your turn to cry
Shed not the first tear child
If you do, expect a second
And a third, fourth .…
The Face Behind The Poet.
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