Silver Tears

Everyone thought that they knew her.

Her story

her beginnings

her middle

but none dreamed of her end.

A beauty

like Helen of Troy

men at her feet

showering her in adoration

jewels

money

yet never love.

Slate grey sky

matching stormy eyes

if only they knew

if only they had paid attention

if only she had told them.

Wretched blackness

clings to her soul

reminding her of the past

the abuse

the agony

but on her lips

an enigmatic smile plays

dazzling her lovers.

Under moonlit sky

she wept

silver tears of pain.

Oct. 5/18

Photo by Blake Cheek on Unsplash