More tears.

By.Dr(Mrs)Nishi Chauhan

Tears fall forth from my spirit

The knife that penetrated my heart

Is being twisted and twisted

The pain is exuberant,

More tears.

The vocal blade has been sharpened

Delicately, the bearer of the blade

Approached from behind, as like Brutes.

As I turned for an embrace, I was pricked,

More tears.

I drew back to look deep into the eyes

Of the one who betrayed me this way.

The hand never removed itself from the handle

Never tried to Hide it's guilt.

More tears.

My torn open breast bleeds forth

On hands unrepentant, with no remorse

As I look into the face of my betrayer

A smile flashes back at me,

More tears.

With another twist of his wrist I crash to my knees

This seems to discomfort my Brutus.

So he leans over to whisper sweet comfort in my ear

A Judas kiss on my cheek, then he disappears.

More tears.

The blade is still embedded in my flesh

Deep in my bosom,

blood still pours outMixed with the tears of my spirit

I will Never understand why.

More tears.