I have been upset.
But why or how or with whom,
I would also like to understand.
Which is the missing part
of the puzzle that I am so
Very little work on shedding the work load;
With little inspiration and no coffee;
Made to hear a teary loony song;
Anticipating a revolution around the sun,
but left rotating on axis;
With sun on holiday
and smog all over
but no clouds
and no rain to settle the dust
or to quench the desire of the land.
The tears flow
As if pouring out of a volcano inside
taking me by surprise
for I did not know
there was still one alive inside.
But worry not,
for these are sterile
and therefore futile.
But I own them as completely mine
as if I mine these pearldrops
day after day
While waiting for the
scintillating dew drops to transpire
or the rain drops to drape me.
Let me just breathe, work and play
Those seasons will come too.
Of this I am sure.
© Deeps 2021