Treasure Island

Lauwo George

(Mbeya)

Lest My Tears Runs Dry


For years now I have swum in tears
Thus not feeling like crying any more
Fretting the well of my eyes would run dry

Each new day is an incident worth crying for
I cried after birth while I was given bath
Cried on my first date for being late
Tears ebb and flow when I sob for being sad
And when I am treated bad
I shed tears when I married
And when I buried

I shed no tears but still I am crying inside
For loneliness, desperation and separation,
For stress and distress, lack to self-express.
I cry for committed suicides
And perpetrated genocides

I wish not to cry anymore
Lest my tears’ well runs dry.

Submitted: Friday, January 10, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 11, 2014
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