Sea of Tears

Sea of Tears

A Story by Sincerely, Sofia

Last night when i drifted into sleep i had a dream.
I was captured.
The men who tied me shouted in my face in a language i didn't understand.
I shivered.
I was cold
Scared
Bleeding.
Warm tears poured from my eyes as i thought of my family
Wondering if i would ever see them again.
The men left the room, closing a heavy door behind them
Consuming me in darkness.
I cried out for my mother, my father, my home.
I wept until my cloths became drenched.
My tears formed a puddle, a lake, an ocean.
The tears broke the door to my prison and drowned my captures.
I floated in the salty water
Waiting to die.
But i didn't.
I woke up.

© 2010 Sincerely, Sofia


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Amazing deep scary yet awsome

Posted 14 Years Ago


WOW that was really good you seriously have a gift

Posted 14 Years Ago


pretty good. Just a hint: the line that says, "The tears broke the door to my prison and drowned my captures", Captures would actually be spelled captors.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Interesting. I love it. Simple and wonderful. The way I see it, it explains how dreams can cause us to realize how we feel about someone/something. Wow.

Posted 14 Years Ago


"I wept until my cloths became drenched." - should that be clothes?

I really love this. You've formed such a strong poem that speaks clearly without being indulgent. Just, wow. Love it.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I really liked this. It was clean, simple, and well executed. I was worrisome about the formatting initially but that subsided after I read it. I'm anxious to see what you'll produce in the future.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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