This night, I lay, crying my heart out.
Tears everywhere, they know no bounds.
Heart, hurting and aching.
Sobbing everywhere with an evil smile mocking over and over.
I have been hurt and wounded over and over.
I am devoid of love.
I am devoid of safety.
I wish I could run to love and safety.
But I know not a soul to who I can go.
When, even the very treasure house of love and sfety, the mother, enveloped in who’s arms one feels safe even at the doorwayto hell, lies in a pool of tears.
She lies unsafe and untended.
I sob, she does too.
Fear, pain and lack of love, brings tears of mutuality in both our eyes.
Happy souls, people say.
We are happy, I too say.
But, souls weep and cry as moments pass away.
Tears could fill an ocean, if gathered.
Tears could tell a tragic epic if were ever heard.
Tears could burn that evil soul into ashes if were asked to avenge.
Tears, could do alot, let alone sober our eyes.
Tears could do many things people say, but didn’t, I say.
Iwant to wipe her tears.
I want to protect her and be her staff.
I want to fight.
I want to hope.
I want to.
I want to, I truly do.
But I am helpless, I am but a poor mortal who can bear only so much.
I have suffered.
My tears have washed my wounds
My wounds have become sore and my scars have deepened.
I have nothing more left in me to be hurt, to be destroyed.
I am devoid of everything.
I have no one who can love.
I have no one who can protect.
Will I ever be safe and loved. Will I? Will I ever?.
Will I ever love and protect. Will I? Will I ever?