Tears Poem by Shamal Akrayi

Speak,
but your words
pass throtgh my ears
like sand passing through an hour glass.
Plead,
but your plead to me
is an imploration for mercy
in time of deliverance
like last minute repentance.
Yell,
but your yell to me
is a thoughtless outburst
like the cries of an infant in the middle of the night.
Cry,
but your tears to me
are drops of water
streaming down your face
like the waterfalls
of the mirage.
Silent, weak, and vanishing.

'Holland / 2001'