Tears

Tears are the body's weakness, They say. As if your rain cloud eyes Could be turned off within a storm. The drizzle on your cheeks, Dried up in a monsoon. It's like poking a bear with a stick, And getting mad when he attacks you. You poke and prod and prey upon me, Fueling anger at my tears. Slowly drowning, Suffocating, I wallow in the pain you've gifted me. Move on, They say. You have friends and family here for you. But they're just mere ghosts, Fading into the past. I have pain and pity and puffy eyes, All I have is my tears. Date: July 27, 2016 Three Stanzas- ThreeOnly Contest