Dukkha or tears of smoke

DUKKHA

Do I cry?

Or hold it in?

Hold it in

That's being myself

I last cried in childhood

And then...

Tears became smoke

They don't come

The glands don't work

They turn into red eyed

Smoke

But tears I feel

Vaguely

Uncomfortably

Not knowing why they're there

Dukkha, suffering the Buddha spoke about

Hit the sweet spot of

My hearts bat

My hearts beat

Yes Dukkha

That which....

No promotion

Non stop socialising

Drinking

Smoking

Aimless chattering

Gassing

Planning

Eating

Stressing

Can remove

That quiet Dukkha

The first noble truth

For others - tears reveal it

For me - just smoke.