Tears

Tears... Why do they shine so often lately
At the inflamed corners of my eyes?
I've always thought them useless, dull, unwise...
Now they are all over my face... Maybe
You just broke me inside... Nothing made me
Cry before... Even betrayals and lies,
Even the dearest loses and price
For walking alone on a dark alley..
I thought that out of iron and ice
I was carved and nothing can break me down,
But here I am with the red swallen eyes
Focused so sorrowfully on the ground.
What is this? Your love? I will look at the skies
And scattered rain will cast the last doubt.

December 22, 2010