A Sea of Tears
Long-suffering, at one time,
A door mat, some would say.
Too forgiving of a man
until true suffering began...
the unforgiving kind.
Do not make promises to him
you cannot keep.
He hides himself on a mountaintop steep.
One more lie, one more betrayal,
one more slit in the cleave
of his heart
may push him from his rocky ledge,
may be the death of him.
He cries and cries until the earth floods,
a deep, adulterated sea around his lonesome home,
from where he perches, he can never roam
or try to love again.
A tragic tale he has made his own prison -
walls of clouds dark and dim.
Oh, can you save this man of tears
who never learned to swim?
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2015
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