TEARS OF THE HEART
If Only There Was A Drain
If only there was a drain
I would openly let
My heart's language
In the form of tears
Into it's trusted guide
To maneuver it to you.
Then you will feel and know
The condition of my heart.
But there ain't no drain for tears,
only bottles.
And I know what I must do with them.
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Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)
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RESILIENCE
The date was 16th April, 2024. I will never forget that day for as long as I live. We woke up early in the morning and drove to the Police Station at around 6 am to pick up two officers for police escort. We drove past my village after picking up few more escorts and we journeyed onward to a remote school that we needed to visit. The school is about 3 hours away from the town but depending on the weather and road condition, it could take more hours than that.
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)2 years ago in Poets
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Miss Persephone was found at the dining table, her blue eyes swollen, her tears arriving and retreating like the tides of the ocean. Earlier that day, her family had visited her in the retirement home where she had lived for eight years. It was her eightieth birthday.
By Imola Tóth4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
simple and lovely poem. well done!
This is so lovely and heartfelt, Kaya! Beautifully expressed emotion in this.
This was so profound abd poignant. Loved your poem!
Such beautiful piece