Mother's Hidden Pain Poem by Babalola Jubril

Sore eyes with burrowed eye balls,
Live under the skin,
Melt and dissolve the pain,
Her sight wildered in direction,
Dilated pupils, convoluted lens,
Shape the eye in sorrow,

On the surface of the eye,
The pain grows like grass,
Grasses in the green land,
They fill up the eyes,
with pain,
That burst into tears,

Tears shed into water,
The pain in her eyes,
caused by the upset menstrual cycle,
couldn't produce a fertile seed,
That will produce a viable flower,
The survivors in their niche,
Susceptible to any predicament,
Her pain exceeds her comfort,
She couldn't stay on the line,
But to cry out the pain,
And give comfort to the eye.

© Babalola Jubril J.