SORROW

The tears poured down

Her tortured face

Like enormous falls

From outer space

 

As if a cloud

Burst in her eye

Leaving not a stitch

Of her face dry

 

Her sadness seemed

To have no end

As if her heart

Would never mend

 

Those long and mournful

Sobs and sighs

Just kept resounding

To the skies

 

Her left hand out

Asking why

The right, on her heart

As though, she’d die

BOEMS by JA 90