Eila Mahima Jaipaul
Tears Are A Luxury - Poem by Eila Mahima Jaipaul
it is sad, this ending
sad enough to make souls weep.
our demise has a sharper edge
than ones before
a dirge-like keen.
loss brings only a brief tightness
the sounds of empty wash over
touching nothing but lonely
tears are a luxury I can no longer afford
not even on the inside.
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