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a thousand tears i cried
over the last few days
what was once a dry(gentle) riverbed
transformed into a wild river overnight
with each passing moment
and each passing hour
with the clock slowly ticking away
the tears just continue unabated
a thousand gallons of teardrop
gently caress the feet of those nearby
yet no one moved an inch
a teardrop a second
slowly squeezing the life out of me
slowly putting an end to this wretched existence
a river that was once dormant (gentle)
now surges on
inside me
a river of teardrops
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note:
inspired by an incident i was told and in someways related to me as well 🙂
3 comments
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i liked your poems very much coz i as a student i love to write poems. i have written 30poems but i don’t publish them.