LOST TEARS

Tears are simply the raindrops of the storm within us..

They fell, visible for those caring eyes,
but amusing for the hateful.
Clinging onto that shred of pride,
you turned away trying to rebuild the dam,
with bits of your sanity.

Running the back of your hand,
over that endless stream.
The hurt more emphasized,
with each passing second.

Leaving those judgemental eyes behind,
for the comfort of your solitude.
Finding yourself in front of your mirror-self,
watching the pain swim in those bloodshot eyes.

Sparkling glass hovering in the air,
your fist met your reflection.
Pulling away your bleeding hand,
all you saw was the mangled person,
You were choosing to become.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[barleygirl]

This is excellent. I love the blending of metaphors, starting with raindrop storms as tears and going on to the fractured mirror and bloody fist as a mangled person. Sometimes when people use multiple metaphors, it can seem confusing or disjointed, but your message flows well from start to finish. Your expressions are original and your descriptions are vividly stated. Good job! The last 3 lines create a very intense word picture.

[A.L.]

You captured pain, tears and shame well in this poem. Intriguing read, had me hooked until the end. Well done Red Rose.
My favorite section was the ending.

[Najam Us Saher]

I loved the first lines. I like the way you have in depth written about tears. Well written keep it up. :)