WRETCHED TEARS
If I shut my eyes tight enough,
Will they go away?
If I clench my lips as hard as I can
Will they stop?
But they don’t
These weak fiendish tears.
They manage to creep out
Stealthily
Trickle down my cheeks
Treacherously
Take with them
My pride
My dignity
My self-respect.
Suck away
My feelings
My passions
My religion.
Leave me
Hollow
Empty
Dry.
Oh get away, you nasty things
Leave me be, you beasts.
Leave me alone.
To wipe you away.
Aekta
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