The Last Teardrop

Save this hour of sadness.
This will not too long to try.
Tonight I let it go,
like a river it will flow.
I let my heart burst and shout.
This is the final moment I cried.
Tomorrow you'll not see me,
the same girl you used and trashed.
I'm a new woman with dignity,
one that you couldn't crash.
Step out and don't look back.
Never even try to open your mouth.
This ears wouldn't want to hear at all.
All profanities,wrath and shout.
You put me on this stage,
where pain is bitterly sweet.
You take away all my fears,
Now, I live like a beast.
It's over now....
Last teardrop dried in my fist.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Thacker Avatar
June 3, 2023 at 11:27 AM
This is a very powerful poem, Aiyah. Thank you for sharing.
Clemons Avatar
December 21, 2014 at 6:51 PM
Beautiful strength written in this amazing piece, Aiyah. The feeling of falling, AND getting back up is expressed deeply in this poem. Great honesty, enjoyable overall. Check out some of my poems. Might find some you like. Peace.
Wiseberg Avatar
December 3, 2014 at 2:38 PM
Not an easy task to go from the ground up and stay afloat from being treated like crap, it is good you are soaring like an eagle with your head held high
Callus Avatar
November 12, 2014 at 1:42 PM
Good to see you standing up for yourself...getting tough, Aiyah!! I really enjoyed that final line!!:) Well done! /x/ paul
Siao  Avatar
November 10, 2014 at 11:32 PM
Very nice and well writen.
Allison Avatar
November 10, 2014 at 2:32 PM
oh so deep and dark and full of sad imagery:-( great write on abuse Aiyah I love the positivity at the end:-) Hugs Jan xx
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace