my tears they flow
my tears they flow
my tears they flow
rolling rolling
down
and the liquid pain
stains
& deepens the shade of my pillow
it has tasted the essence
of my agony
time and time and time
before
yet remains the same
like an old friend
the one i can trust
to keep what is in
my Heart
a secret;
I will never tell
hush now
close your eyes
I will soak in
all that you wish to be rid of
so you can sleep
sleep sleep
a dreamless sleep
maybe tomorrow
maybe tomorrow
maybe tomorrow
you can share with me
joyful weepings
of freedom
freedom from sorrow
freedom from fear
freedom from all
that keeps your smile
sequestered
I wish this fabric possessed a voice
to tell you
throughout all these years
I've learned to decipher
those tears
I can see the Future
and what it holds
hush
close your eyes
and when you sleep
sleep
sleep the dreamless sleep
I can try to find a way
to whisper
to you
that one day
one day
one day
you will smile
no longer bound
and your tears will be
only a memory
only a memory
only a memory
stored safely away
within the woven threads
of me, your pillow
Original Poetry by Alice Tea
When I wrote this, I drew from memory of how I felt at one time in my life. Thankfully, my pillow found its voice and not only whispered but SHOUTED at me that one day I will smile, no longer bound. :)
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