Tears Refuse To Fall

• Thara Vidyaratne, Grade 10
• Poetry
• 2007

Lonely figure, grieving alone, sorrowful, crying softly, tears welling up inside.
Golden streams of sun weave through the dark green tears, which refuse to fall.
Body slumps, forward, misery trickling from its hollow heart.
Wind whispering softly, murmurs, talks. The figure stays still, remains silent, words hanging in the air, as if unsure of whether to reply.
Relenting, the wind abandons its attempt to converse, like so many others have done before.
Sighing, the figure weeps in self pity, unknowingly draining its heart,
Slowly, slowly.
Until the wooden cavity is left, life no longer pumping within.
Only now, do the tears fall.
One by one, fluttering violently down, creating ripples, echoing the sorrow that had caused them.
The sad soul had left the world, never to return, but its tears cling, to what it has always longed for.
Dear willow tree, you have finally cried. Your leaves have fallen,
And so has your misery.