Lonely Teardrops

by Fatima Robinson

The residue of death
Trickles down 
Upon my window pane
Slowly, rotting the heart
The heart of a soul-backsliden

I painfully sit and watch
Yearning for a glimpse
A view of that colorful rainbow
Which is supposed to occur
After the rain

But when?
Will the sun ever emerge again?

Springing forth 
A new 
Solid foundation

Restoring the structure 
Replacing the damage
Caused by the deterioration
Experienced from the loss

Of my window…

Lonely Teardrops by Fatima Robinson

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