Black Tears
Black tears fell from my sky today,
I can only feel it, is this blindness?
Its path of wetness burns, cold, and freezes,
In due time I hardly feel it, I can only catch it with my fingers,
Black tears rained down from my eyes,
The black things I hid under flowers came out screaming,
The flowers wilted, I still laboured to keep them blooming,
I sit in this wilderness of black, wishing this rain saves my flowers.
The whispers are back, there’s no one here to stop them coming,
“Hey, it’s us. It’s been a long time.” I cringe and hide, but this rain over me discloses,
“We knew this lull wouldn’t last. Your storms are lifelong, ink woman.” They taunt,
Ah, if only I could prove to them my new strength, but it all washed down with the black.
A porcelain pale face, glazed sheen over my eyes, I’m told,
“Pull yourself together, there’s no blame in destiny.”
If only my old friends heard them, and understood,
If only this erratic rain ceased to pour from my eyes.
My childhood pals are back, it’s one big party.
Some of them seek some action, but we’re no longer in the age of thrill,
I reason and plead, I tell them, I’m above their companionship,
“Your black tears call us forth darling , and we, if not anyone else, shall stay forever.”
“Mistakes, mistakes, tut tut tut.” My ‘friends’ have begun their chant,
Lost in their voices, I sit in my rain, but I daren’t dream of rescue,
Suddenly the tears have warmth, it’s still oozing black, but it’s home,
The sky bleeds black tears, the voices raise a cacophony. I smile. I’m home.
Black tears rained down from my eyes,
The black things I hid under flowers came out screaming,
The flowers wilted, I still laboured to keep them blooming,
I sit in this wilderness of black, wishing this rain saves my flowers.
Copyright © Manasvini Sriram | Year Posted 2017
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