Monsoon Tears
One word.
That’s all it took.
No thunder,
no curtain fall.
Just breath gone strange
and nothing at all.
I stood like fools do,
calm on the skin,
storm in the chest,
cracking within.
You didn’t shout.
You didn’t slam.
You just pulled back
from who I am.
And that’s when it hit.
Not loud, not soon.
Just one tear
that fell
like a monsoon.
No warning bell.
No outward mess.
Just rain that filled
my ribcage,
pressed
against my lungs
and wouldn’t stop.
Not with air.
Not with time.
Not even with God.
You left no mark
the world could see.
Just water,
salt,
and the wreck of me.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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A simple, touching poem about quiet heartbreak,really hits deep