Little dots on a round head getting mistier and mistier. Looking around at the world closing to darkness. Blinking every few seconds, closing for long periods of time. <br />Ten little fingers painted or not. Wiggling around reaching, grabbing. Digging through sand or moving through air. Rubbing misty eyes, drying them off. <br />Lips moving. Opening and closing, getting hard, cracked. Rubbing against each other becoming moist, soft. <br />Body trembling up and down. <br />Sobbing, sobbing, heart’s content. <br />Shaking feet, fidgeting hands. Restless in chair, salty tears drops falling down. <br />Crying and crying forever. <br /> <br />(Free Verse)<br /><br />Malia Ramos<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/little-tears/
