The last drop of tear

Thanks to her big eyes that hold immense tears.
She empties most ,
keeping a drop to converse.
The drop that slithers from her cheeks,
Carrying the agony and pain.
Before it hits the concrete floor,
Before it vapourizes forever,
Leaving the traces of sorrows,
She lands it firmly over her palm.
She blames the tears of happiness who come as stream
Leaving behind a tiny one alone.
She thanks the last drop for accompanying her.
She thanks the last drop for encapsulating her fears.
But time is short
And nothing even lasts.
She knows within a few seconds it gonna blast.
The last drop is about to fall.
Its viscosity is getting dull.
It hits the concrete and releases its soul.
Sorrows in the form of concentric rings
trap her.
She wishes one last drop to hold them.

Reviews

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very touchy poem . your words aiming to the heart . very sad and very beautifull . what i can say more. nothing . it s absolutly great .

[writer in trial]

Thanks dear :)
I am glad that you dig the feelings within this poem.
Tc :)

[Sami Khalil]

Those last drops of tears can be so sad before the release of the soul...A splendid read and write...:).................

[writer in trial]

Hey Sami :)
Thanks a lot :)

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome...Any time...:)......................