Cry

I felt my heart slide down my chest swallowed by

the stomach, heart beat like a nervous pulse

in search of a exit strategy 

painful.

Sour tears bitter sweet, rainfall. weather metaphor,

in a storm of emotions prolonging every

teardrop in memory of you.

sad.

Comfort lost in search for a steady shoulder to vent

reasons for my CRY. i wish i knew why

but tear is the rain of the soul

a rainbow awaits.

J.P.A.Domingos