My Tears Won't Stop

By Faith Nieves

There's a leakage that can never be stopped. A hole that can never be closed.

The tears rise like the ocean hide tides but,

With no lifeguard on duty or a riff Without a barrier.

At the highest deepest time,

Where it is simple and unaware of the harsh reality.

The tears won't stop.

Yet the drips of the water, burns the throat like a knee scrapping the concrete

Like a cat sharping its claws on a new sapling

So let them run, like the cat has the idea of freedom

Because being ignorant is the freedom from a domestic cat

That the false thought of freedom is covered up by the thick fog

And so the tears won't stop and the leakage grows bigger

And will devour the roaring life that holds things together.

Yet it falls apart with one drop of rain

Similar to thinking a paper umbrella could keep one dry But one will keep trying to fix the hole.

With all different methods but fails every time.

Which encourages the hole to get bigger

Like a little kid being told they can do it by their ‘hero’.

So, my tears won’t stop.

And one repeats this deep down.

Afraid to confront the true issue.

So the tears won't stop, and the room gets billed with sorrow.

The sorrow which is motivated by loneliness

Like a long-distance friendship

Only connected by the emotions it brings.

Afraid of its own meaning

The tears could answer this, but they're just tears.