Bloodied Tears

Flipping me the other way around from my north star turning south

Leaving me at death’s doorstep with bloodied tears in my mouth

I should just wither up now and …. die?

It’s either that

Or continue to bleed my sockets dry?

Take the needles out of my eye

Squeeze from my neck it’s last sigh

With none to hear my final cry

Going to bed every night praying for some reprieve

With no spark nor hope inside me left to breathe

It’s from الله