SORROW

The tears poured down
Her tortured face
Like enormous falls
From outer space

 
As if a cloud
Burst in her eye
Leaving not a stitch
Of her face dry

 
Her sadness seemed
To have no end
As if her heart
Would never mend

 
Those long and mournful
Sobs and sighs
Just kept resounding
To the skies

 
Her left hand out
Asking why
The right, on her heart
As though, she’d die
BOEMS by JA 90