what are tears shed good for
if they can't move mountains
depress valleys
erode earth
shift continents?
without hands striking the mallet
to cut the boulder
drip, drip a seeing-eye hole in the pebble.
that's what my tears will do.
(magic coraline stone, i don't hold you to my eyeball. i hold you to my heart. i'll see Truth another day.)
oh
you're so self-ish
it makes me wanna die !
i built a life with you in the cloud castle
not even a flutter of your flapped hand,
it was a single finger you held up
tumbled my jericho down.
the vapour wisps escaped my agape mouth
my pupils wanting to flit but transfixed by the beckoning silence of that steely command
i don't know whether to be offended- no, wounded
or to cascade with the crumbling walls
this is bad
i have an exam tomorrow
and all i can do is write lines-
rivulets on my terrainous cheeks,
patterned pixels on my screen.
YOU ARE READING
heartburn expulsion
Poetryan ongoing collection of the love poems of nobodi. the full anthology of nobodi's poetry, "i'll never be a poet", can be found on wattpad as well.
