Teardrop

By Anna James

Tomorrow will it come?

Lumping down my faults

Will they see my insides

All ringing corners of my joints

And passing attachments?

That so not they call..

Will their reasoning ever throne my griefs?

Or cast a sinister beside my screams again.

Days walk like comedies theatred in auctions

Hours click onto the streets of London

And I awaiting my sorrows to cover it’s gaps and breaks

That laying down so finely in my laps..

Never! Will it cross the boundaries

Or spin the tedious bleakness

Still some ferocious movements

Can probe the stillness

So I beg thou,

Rain me onto sadness, shatter my announces

Yet glide me some strength, just to long’

Just to settle in times and periods

For even a tear can scream the loudest.

By Anna James