The Collector of Tears
He walks the alleys where sorrow lingers,
cupped hands catching grief like rain.
No words, no comfort only silence,
as he gathers each drop of pain.
From widow’s wails to lover’s sighs,
from shattered oaths to whispered fears,
he hoards them all in glass-blown vials,
a library bound in salt and years.
By candlelight, he lines them up,
each bottle sealed with wax and woe.
A mother’s loss, a traitor’s guilt,
each story locked in liquid woe.
But does he think? Does he remember?
Or is he just a hollow shell,
trapping misery like a shadowed god,
a curator of private hells?
Beneath a sky wide,and weeping,
he lets them slip, from his weary grasp.
Shattered sorrow floods the gutters,
and for once, he lets it pass.
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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Comments (2)
In this story poem I guess he collects the tears in hopes to end sadness or he wants to increase everyone's sadness. Good job.
My fav part shattered sorrow floods with gutters. Nice work. I really enjoyed this story. Keep up the good work.