The Last Tear Drop
THE LAST TEAR DROP
Once sudden shock was hard to bear.
Easy to meet grief, happiness is rare.
I was devastated, shattered, battered
in whirls of betrayal, yet didn't care.
My hatred to ooze through chasm of broken heart,
polluting freshness and purity of my soul.
I have shed the last teardrop
and no more.
I discard and ignore.
No tears but to tear off false relation.
07/02/12
Premiere III Contest by rob carmak
Copyright © Anisha Dutta | Year Posted 2019
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