Lurking Teardrops
Nowadays
they come to me
very frequently.
Sneaking through the
busy morning hour,
knocking at the silence
of midnight,
they try to invade
my mind
and get hold of me.
I run away from them.
The last night.
Dimly lit Emergency ward.
Constant dripping of chemo.
Your pale face.
Daddy, you kissed my forehead,
"Grow up my son,grow up."
How much I have to
grow up dad
before I can tread
on the corpses of sorrow
carelessly?
How far should I
make my heart heartless
so that I can play with
all my pain?
Before you could tell
you stopped....
never to wake up again.
The lurking tear drops....
they come to me
nowadays
very frequently.
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