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
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