Wednesday (Poetry)

Of what use is cry

When memories gnash its teeth

And like the pilferer, filch my thoughts 

Of what use is cry

When your lips beam not like then 

And in disgust, Au revoir it utters

Of what use is cry

When our dreams are in shatters 

Like the broken mirrors in closed closet

Of what use is cry 

When your footprints replace your presence 

And the wall stifle at the absence of our union 

Of what use is cry

When the tick tock of the clock runs out 

And my ears bleed at the absence of your soothing voice 

With my fading skin which glows not 

Just as your spindly hands has betrayed 

Of what use is cry

When life hurdles shook, its hard grips on me 

With no arms to lean on yet no nectar to taste 

Of what use is cry

When my limbs are supple and my waist can wriggle 

When a life to live I own. Surely, love will seek me again! 

@Opemiplenty

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