Linked Tears Poem by Tlou Romeo

Like a baby out of labour, my heart is linked to yours. Give it a rest the thoughts of a corpse. The one that spotted my tear in the rain, take me to the grave yard, were we shall share the outcast of fallen sympathy. Shoken were the grass praising the drops of a forgiving weather. Dust to dust, love to pain. Given it a chance, the race of a river to ocean, pouring my heart had never felt this unconscious. The pain of broken vein, I smashed my shadow to the ground and drew a life stain. I hold the invisible flag of emotion to symbolize the oppressive background. If words were spoken by the heart, would we be so deaf, yet brewed by the loudest thoughts. Handkerchief, the pride of my forefathers, as appealing as a nail into wood. Be it to bare the there of then. Preoccupation of toe with nails, the bond to death had never been this strong. I carry my pain in the back pocket, then I may sit on comfort. I smiled to portray, the defeat of soul to life. The wish of a dead mind, is to think prescribed forgiveness.