The door stands open,
Peering out, picture in hand, shaking.
Memories flow as freely as the tears,
Each glance a painful blow,
Asking why, she still cries.
The door stands open,
Peering out, picture in hand, shaking.
Memories flow as freely as the tears,
Each glance a painful blow,
Asking why, she still cries.
The pain,
Hidden behind
Closed eyes that say nothing,
Silent screams in a mist of tears
That seep through ducts of sadness and
Beauty, each tear a thought,
A call to arms,
Today
I wipe away tears,
Liquid sorrow reminds me
Of tales not told, but
Sadness is the truth and the
Myopic reality
Winds of change now blow
The seeds of sadness and strife,
Apocalyptic
Fervor clouds the mind, cautious
People think, drifting and lost