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Not Him

The moon was bright

Not a cloud in sight

I walked slowly, trying to drown the tears.

For once I was sad that the tears weren’t for him

Drops

Rain drops

Tear drops

Dew drops

Droplets of happiness and sadness

Of pain and suffering

Let them fall, let them drop

Tears For Aleppo

I worry of what to wear

Yet there is a side in the world, somewhere 

Where they worry for their lives.
I listen to music,

They listen to bombings

Nowhere is safe

My heart breaks.
I watch the news

They watch their loved ones die

For them I cry

And pray for their sake.
I  shed tears and share a prayer

For Aleppo

Teardrops

out of nowhere it came.

the uninvited guest came without notice, without warning

it poured, droplets at first

then like a storm wrecking havoc, it washed away

every aspect of happiness, every memory

every smile

bit by bit it tore down flesh and blood

insides churned and suddenly the world was quite

as if it shifted and ended, just because

the rain clouds were upon you

I know, I was there

I saw

 

Tree House

I climb the tree house once more

reminiscing the adventures that happened here before

I’m close to tears as I think about it now

for this afternoon, I take my final bow

I take a deep breath and I close my eyes

this is it, we’ll say our goodbyes

Let’s keep in touch, shall we?

that, we all must agree

I miss you already and I’ll miss you even more

I’m holding back tears but I’ll be crying later, for sure

I climb down the tree house and I leave the adventures behind

I have finally and totally resigned

and accepted the inevitable ——-

however, it is still unbearable

as I say goodbye, farewell, to the tree house

that I once called my own

Dry Tears

dry tears cover my face, it chokes me, it drowns me

I become mute, have I become hollow?

the smell of my soul is putrid and I feel..

…I feel, drained

everything has escaped me; I’m dry as the desert

empty as a shell

cold as ice

I did not choose this, I feel like giving up

suddenly I feel so tired

stained, dried up, hopeless

…………….

I’ve been wrung, squeezed so tightly

that nothing seems left in me

dry tears swallow me, whole

shut the door for I am covered in awful gunk

I am sinking deeper into this quicksand

I have nothing, nothing, nothing left in me

I am hollow,

empty and

all dried up inside

unbolt me

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Rishita Sanya

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