• rodney 9w

    14th November, 2020.
    7:44 p.m.

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    Lacrimal.

    Dark clouds assembled to make use.
    Blackness has thunderstorm, mixed with the rain that pours.

    Shadowed eyes cry but tears are never known.
    Under the heaviness of what struck, agony splits
    the lacrimal glands to secrete.

    Legend claims that someone's tears filled an ocean,
    So that sun could never evaporate it all at once.

    The aqua and the solar.
    I'm reclusive and trying to navigate life, in hours.

    I can't put together what one destroyed with truths of nature.
    People are plenty, animals maybe and aliens like me —
    We cannot in our twenties.

    ©rodney