2 drops of tear
Travel down her side eye
Flowing consecutively on a loop
Yet falling into oblivion
Breaking free from her once ethereal sockets
As the icy sideline waves ravage her mind
Consuming every evidence of hope she once embodied
Trapped she is beneath layers of ice
Ice so thick to break through
Yet clear enough so you know she is there.
2 drops of tear
(O once upon a time they were)
Fall not from his side eye
Deposit instead in the reservoir of him
Quietly wearing away the gypsum norms on which he stands
Like the Mosul Dam o he knows
Still his paintbrush daily he holds
Laminating his façade in fifty shades of hegemony blue.
©Belema.S.Ekine