Ribbons of salt water,
Emerge from deep within
Two eye cubicles,
And flow,
First one,
Then two,
Then more,
Creating parallel lines
Drenched down your skin
But which trickle off
The tip of your chin
And disappear into the vast open,
mingling with unknown particles.
Tears,
Tears which shake the body,
And disturb the soul.
Tears that reappear
Again and again
From humiliation,
Rejection,
Abandonment,
Disappointment,
Hurt.
Stained streaks of white
Paint your face,
They colour your vision,
Water drowning your soul.
Tears,
That accompany wrenching coughing fits,
Pounding headache,
Stiff stomach,
Tears,
That become a part of you,
Nothing else seems right,
Disillusionment,
Tears
That eventually
Take rule of your soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice piece.Keep it up