Tears translate to ink
What the lips clamp down upon
What can only be expressed in
Tears
Become words
Each searing hole in my heart
Glows it's lacerations
On paper.....
Laced together
My pain and hurt
Huddles against the world
You may call it
Poetry.....
I have
Threaded with caution and care
Teased and taught restraint
Taut with tensions
Sublimate of suppression
It is my mind
Moving dancing
The steps of despair
steeped up
The tune is agony in my ears.
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(c) Amrita Valan 2014
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