Hadn’t He Become A Tear !

Written for 3WW prompts: Yelp, Moist, Harmless

Hadn’t He Become A Tear !

He stood there
On the other side of road
That led to my life
Couldn’t cross
With such traffic of
Opposite thoughts
I waved, a harmless gesture
In spite of his years of yelping
And my resolution to
Shun him at all costs,
But he didn’t care, before
I could react,
He was suddenly
Lifted by waves
Of pride, as after
A couple of moments,
I found him hanging
Like a stale fruit
On a tree of arrogance
That bent with weight, oh,
His soul was pretty heavy
Carrying loads of scars
What else could it be
Before I could wink
He had fallen in my eyes
I rolled him out
Hadn’t he become a tear
And a puff of strong wind
Wiped him off my face
With moistened eyes
I looked beyond
The curtain of illusions
That hung nervously
On the rusty window of
My dilapidated mind
Who didn’t have a mesh
Not even a mesh weaved
With the rope of hope
I could see his skeleton
Bleeding with laughter
At exactly the same place
Where he had been
On the other side
Making mockery
Of my attempts
To banish his entry
In to my world, however
I finally realized, that
Acceptance would be
The only way to
Dilute his presence..

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From where did this come, don’t know..
That’s the price perhaps the poetic heart has to pay
owning whatever flows from the pools of imagination and creativity…