No Tears Left To Cry By Poem by Samah Khan

I was once a stormy weather,
A grey cloud in a darkened sky,
A white mist on a moonsoon night,
A child's eyes, unafraid to cry

But now
I am a calm sea that has seen much sorrow
A fading cloud you won't find tomorrow
A settling fog like forgotten dust
An old lady's eyes, that have given up

I have no tears left to cry by,
There is a drought in my soul.

I was once a raging tempest,
A fearful gale the ships forestalled;
A raging wave no man could best,
A shimmering waterfall that amazed and enthralled

But now
I am a sleeping fiend lying dormant in the blue
A rushing breeze that won't matter to you
A receding wave that everyone climbs
A dried waterfall, worn out with time

I have no tears left to cry by,
There is a drought in my soul.

I await the day when my skin is pricked
And the running blood will prove me of the living,
I await the day when my eyes cloud over
And I can cry again, (my) tears embellished and unforgiving
But for now
I have no tears left to cry by,
There is a drought in my soul