Tears

Tears

Tiny fragments of paper

That float in silence

Or plain drops of salt water

Dragged out, without defiance

If all were collected, would it matter?

If rearranged, as a compliance?

Tears

Someone got hold of the scatter

Joining each piece in alliance

Figuring out what was in the latter

To be torn with such violence

Drops that mirrored the falter

Subject to abuse of confiance

Tears

A rugged body facing slaughter

Whom none send a condolence

Liquid of grief, disguised as laughter

Encrypted between in convalescence 

A blank piece, none would bother

Pieces scattered in evanescence