OCEANED EYES

Why do you let my cry?

When the sorrows in my heart speaks in deep shut words,

And my eyes betray my strong person emotions?

Why do you let me cry?

Why do you let me cry?

When my aching heart pricks the injuries of my losses,

And my eyes betray the might of my strength?

Why do you let me cry?

Why do you let me cry?

When under moonlight shades, my sheds moan for the brightness of sunlight,

Because the agony of my eyes swells in the darkness.

Why do you let me cry?

How can you feel my pains?

When in a couple more weeks, a repeat of past forgiven hurt is reenacted,

And my eyes carelessly betrays my sworn confidence?

How can you feel my pains?

How do I weep more?

When weeping depicts my past, present and future,

And grief my new found reality?

How do I weep more?

So, here I am today,

Lost in bulged iris,

Drowned in usual oceaned tears,

Free lashes, stiffened by clogged tear debris,

And my face, a reality of pain.

Why do you let me cry?

How can you feel my pains?

Although clearer in my oceaned eyes I see,

Nonetheless,

Stop, thee my tears.

The words of my eyes,

Spelt by the writings of my heart,

For your reading and understanding.

Stop, stop, stop thee my oceaned eyes!

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- CarL I. -