Dilemma
The vacancy of tears
makes it too hard to handle.
The pages turned by years
burn through life's candle.
But I feel the earth shake
sorrow strips beauty's crown.
And the light on my soul makes
chains from an awful sound.
I am sent stormy days
taking refuge from the noise.
And if the thunder stays
in faith, I lift my voice.
God, I'd give you anything
drown the wine in memory.
Give me snow and barren spring,
but shield me from this agony.
Let the sunrise freeze,
bound in eternal curse.
Make stone of gentle breeze
as I try to pen this verse.
Let heaven be scarred in flame
as hell paints my dreams.
The stars blush in shame
romance an evil scheme.
The angels can't release
the millions from crying.
My soul will know no peace,
as long as children are dying....
Copyright © Carol Richard Weyler | Year Posted 2012
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