Flawed Flow

A drop of salted water has fallen from my eye

As my heart is squeezed and cramped.

To a soulless jerk it comes indeed as a surprise,

When innocence has decamped,

When like the flight of angry birds obscuring the dazzle of the sun,

Some ruptured strings of too proud a heart will no more lead to childish fun.

Now I am as heavy as a stone

And my countenance is solid;

If only there wasn’t in my bones

That hollow ache caused by folly!

But as rivers go, along their course, unable to change direction,

So does my own life, follows its course, unable to choose direction.