john o'connell


Rain falls
on the gelid features
of my face -

running in rivulets
through the hills and dales
and flowing into
the waterway of my heart
to the empty ocean
of your now
ebbed love.

Poem Submitted: Friday, November 5, 2010

Add this poem to MyPoemList

Rating Card

5 out of 5
0 total ratings
rate this poem

Comments about Teardrops by john o'connell

There is no comment submitted by members..

Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?