Tears of Dust

A poem of suffering

 

Tears of Dust

 

I've wiped away my tears in silence.
Before... they were only wet anguish….
I clear my throat to hide the sorrow,
Ever so quietly.

I don't remember when love and sadness met,
But they seem to make a vicious sweet couple.
As the clock ticks on, I see its face and the silent rage more often.
But even now, there is nothing I can do about it.

So I dry those dusty tears…
Ever so quietly.
And lose myself in the thought…
That you never knew they fell.

Strength isn't suffering…
It's the ability to hide the pain.

Author's Note

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