No More Tears

Vaguely aware The rains pour… She rests her head, Staring straight through… Her russet brown eyes Glazed and wet, A few more tears Born and dead… Her curly locks, a disarray, A silhouette of misery Veiling her exquisite visage… She bit her lip, lines blur her face, So acute and aware of the blazing pain… She lifts her head, aggravated, Wanting and needing to make it end... A final tear steals its way A moment of clarity Dawns and stays….