I swept the floor but i couldn’t tell
if i was sweeping the dirt or water from my eyes
for the more i swept the more the tears fell
and everyone around there could easily tell

until today i didn’t know
that even with my eyes closed tears could toe
out of my eye and spy the world of pain I tried to escape from

today too i gave it a try
hopes fresh, hopes so high
it was the third time and i touched this dry rope and put on like the necklace that would take my life

I stand here looking at the clouds
the cumbulumbus so dark just make me proud
it makes me feel free
living in this piece of art moving before my eyes

-Winniefred F. Gbemuotor