My Intimate Poetry: Droplets.

The sky cries when we cannot. ― Tammy-Louise Wilkins

Perspiration clouds the glass,
Our pain is unleashed.
Through the dainty streaks of clarity,
Among the thick mist.

The puddles of melancholy,
We strain to splash them away.
But with each tread we fall deeper,
Into the downpour of our misery.

The tears of the withered
Weep their last drop.
Spent from the tribulation of life,
Their existence now meets its expiration.

The expression of our pain.
How they halt our movements,
To watch the sky weep for us.

2012 © Tammy-Louise Wilkins


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    1. Aw, thank you Dolly! That is truly kind of you.

      You don't need patience, you need to feel the need to write. This poem was wrote in half an hour, I was inspired by a simple sentence from a conversation I was having. Inspiration will fuel you. Your blog is mainly based on beauty & fashion, use that inspiration write a poem. xo


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