Sweet And Salty

Can't remember when I last cried

All emotions inside me have dried

Wrung out like sugar cane bagasse

Through various stages of life

Now only rains are witness to my tears 

Don't want others to see my weak side

Whenever there is a cloud burst

I rush outside and cry my heart out

Sweet pure rain mixes with salty tears

Nobody has a clue to what's up

Old woman with mannerisms of a child

Seems strange, getting wet outside

They don't know it's a camouflage 

They don't know it's an outpouring of 

Anger, sorrow, grief, they cannot gauge

Its depth, weight, volume, capped inside

They think I must be eccentric 

I let them believe what they think

Days are numbered so care the least

Will be gone like a cloud-driven by death