Tears

• Mia Winterbottom, Grade 11
• Poetry
• 2008

The tears continuously flow, as they rush out like a burst main,
Constantly blinking to hide my feelings, but the truth still remains.
The tears congest together and build a protective layer, a shield,
As it creates a layer between me and reality, the honesty is sealed
It protects me from the truth, as it embraces the disguise of what was mortal,
As each tear hypnotises me from life itself, into another dimensional portal.
All dressed in black, a flower on the coffin, the voices fade into the distance,
They say his still here, but the gravestone is contradicting its every day existence.
Another life? Or is it just a subtraction to the overall digit of the population,
For now my tears protect me, when they fade away- il see you in another generation.