Aronil - Empty Tears

Yes, when I am down, i tend to write poems… I found another one that i had kept hidden in the closet. But when you all read it, think of a tree that is crying rather than a person, instead. Just to give a different feel. Imagine it cry as we cut it down to pieces and it cries out in vain.

Empty Tears

Coldness as it outlines
It stains the sides
One single drop rolls down
Is it a drop filled with sadness, sorrow, hurt or joy?

It hurts, it’s painful
The ache is swelled up
The lump grows and multiplies
Is it a piece of sadness, sorrow, hurt or joy?

The gutter bitterness
Is nothing but a constant agony,
It nags and gnaws from the inside
Is that gutter sadness, sorrow, hurt of joy?

Do you not hear me when I hurt?
Do you know when my heart breaks?
Do you even care, that it aches?
…..Why is there, no one that cares.

What is the purpose of shedding even a drop?
Why cry at all when we have these emotions?
It’s sickening and sad…
For all anyone knows…
They are nothing but…
Empty tears….