Tears – Ronald Olaibi

The clock whispers the arrival of each new second
The drifting clouds remind us that time is running out
Our reflection displays our fragility
Sobs tell stories of pain
Heart beats are lives
Feet carve paths
Hands shape futures
Shouts
Are lost words
Begging for help
Our ears hear all sounds
But our minds urge us to turn from them
Whilst our hearts beg us to give heed
Screams
Are fears assuming a tangible impalpable form
And tears

Tears are meaningless

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