Wednesday, November 2, 2016

Trust Tonji writes

A place of no tears

Somewhere in the beginning
of a dark road
Behind every sunglasses
are eyes as red as fiery coals

A tear just fell
on a recently deceased
then another.... and another
Until it feels like the woman
on the sick bed is sweating

But hot tears don't hurt
people with no breath

The man that drowned
did not die of cold,
he died of water
Water stole his breath
before death took him away
to meet peace in a land
where tears don't fall like rain
on the memory of a boy
whose mum never waited
to say goodbye.
 Drowning Artist 4 -- Linnea Strid

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