Weep

I've lost track of the times that grief made me weep Over a lost loved one so gentle and so sweet. There is also a weep born out of gratitude. Some grief has forced me into solitude. There is a gushing weep of sadness and sorrow. We often weep over questions about tomorrow. We will sometimes leap and weep for joy. We will also weep over things that annoy. Many a weep is produced from agonies of defeat, Sometimes making one feel inadequate and weak. Yet another weep is born out of thrills of victory, Silencing losses and taking away the agonies.