Tears are not unfinishable
In the ducts of my eyes
There are tears of joy
Have I bled tears of pleasure?
Mine are from deep my heart
Those of anguish, sorrow and self-pity.
My mother diagnosed with cancer
A brother diabetic, a sister maniac
And I have just joined the fray insomniac
Now, see childish tears from my adult eyes
Innocence is traceable in their trickles
Count their droplets, if you have suitable lenses-
Just watch me cry.
