TEARS
She wasn’t crying
A tear would help
None came out
Her cheeks were singed but with the heat of
the sun
Her eyes were swollen from sleepless nights
never from pain
A tear would help
Two years gone by. All in a dream. Are
dreams for real? Was hers for real?
Glimpses of dreams caught in her fist. Her
fist is clenched. Her eyes are flinched
A tear would help
Selling her books weren’t easy. But for the
medicine to come, books had to go.
Medicines. A pity none would heal her soul.
Yet she sold them all. Bartering her peace
for medicine.
The world works like that they said
No words were needed. They were empty
shells.
A tear would help.
Nothing left to give up but herself she
walked away.
Away to the dark. As dawn broke she walked
back. There was no running away.
Life was sad. Life was bad. Life was real.
A tear would help.
The
fruits had last been seen on trees when kids
The vegetables fresh upon the seller’s
cart. But never at home. Never on a
plate.
Sweets were a dream. But dreams were all
she was left with.
A tear would help.
With all things gone – books , fruits,
vegetables, her soul.
A tear would help
For it was her mother who lay on the floor
Dead. Stiff as a log.
A tear would help.
But she had none.
For her mother to live
She had to die
Her mother had died
So she could live
So there was no tear
A tear couldn’t help
A tear wouldn’t help
A tear wouldn’t come
