Tears In The Rain
Heart is calm and cold.
by Vincent Vinistarll
Alive and breathing but dead brows and dead eyes.
Pains of the heart fathom'd yet untold.
Froozed eyes, broken tears slipping like a defroozed-ice.
My emotions buried to myself in this fold.
Tepid-ineptitude, but what am bound for is tears.
Hugged by the rain, consoled by the rain.
Yet, the heart grieves the more
any word from nature to ease this pain?
Face filled with waters which is the rain and which is tears?
Silence my attitude i can't yelp.
Nature stares at me as plain
dwindling sorrows in this waters self-help.
Whence the rain is dead i shall explain my chain''