stop - Blackout Poetry Notes

Stop the Tears

The rain kissed her all over
to stop the tears
like a lover.

Stop and laugh more.

The most precious thing -
knowledge.
Never stop learning.

My ruined face - I see myself
withered and spotty,
eyes wide in sagging flesh.
When did I stop being me?

In her dreams
time would stop
in a place of emptiness
of every unfulfilled wish,
and every unspoken word.

I took possession 
of my anger
and
I cannot stop myself.