SILENT TEARS.

Along the path to the stream,
I sat lonely with my mind away.
The picture of my past kept showing,
Its view was pathetic and annoying.

The pebbles of the path looks like gold,
As the sun rays embraces my helpless body.
The stream from afar I viewed as a bank,
With overflowing riches and wealth.

The sweet hums of the owl
Trickled tears down my face.
My vocalist where art thou!
A bird as taken your place.

Nemesis has caught up with me,
My smart tortoise is now a fool.
Mother earth please collapse into bits,
To swallow my spreading shame.

Everything looks like riches to me,
Although they're remains of dirt.
I wished have never being wealthy,
I'd have enjoyed life the way I saw it.

I am Emmanuel
©2017.