O Tears, that never cease to fall,
O Grief, that never ever ends
The beloved, though dead, return,
Into each moment of my life.
Memories veiled in sadness always,
At their tombs, I stand and weep;
I whisper with the dead, a captive,
I look for comfort into the past.
O Time, turn back, turn back time,
O Tide of years, flow back the years;
Make me an innocent child again,
For I am so weary of the weeping.
O Fathomless are my flowing tears.
O Endless is my forever grief.
September 20, 2013
For the contest Grief, Black Eyed Susan