Tears That Flow

Two kings, one queen looked upon my quiet self as I sat. Asked I was to appear before them one quiet spring day. They sat there for moments which seemed like hours. The first king spoke and said what a shame I had been. That my career was full of shambles, change I did not accept. Many people had spoken about physical sickness I spread. I asked if my designation had suffered so much, why was it now, Being scrutinized and corrupted by such, and not sooner. Time had passed and my charm was well and then fell from grace. While as well maybe I should be the peasant, another to my place. Haunted, devastated by the words the royalty uncovered. I was dismissed from their presence, while tears gathered inside. Like an overflowing bucket, straining, I held them inside. They formed a gel that hardened my soul and body so quick. Feeling the jiggling, I somberly left the town of my existence. Anger raged and boiled the gelatin to a more lucid state. First one drip from left then following from the right, Jumbled thoughts swirled the now liquid of salt and grime. Poured over the humiliation shield, this had buffered me, Tears of the ages that I had stored ran freely, so rapid. Inhalations of the fluid that cleanses heartaches, poured out. Exploding into a landslide, like sudden storms pounding rain. These supposed to be droplets had grown like hailstones. Flooding my cheeks, causing a waterfall over my lips, I tried to wipe them away only to find more that followed. As in the torrential rains of a summer storm that hammer, Then heated by the sun to return to flow down again and again, This river that ran over my entire being was to never return. Just absorbed into my skin, saltiness to glimmer my sin, My spirit broken though capturing and rebuilding my soul, These lucid deluges washed my humiliated grime on the ground. They have never surged a reenactment and never shall return. written by Cecil Hickman written for Sponsor HGarvey Daniel Esquire Contest Name Personify A Tear