Let Me Cry
Let Me Cry
Oh curse the air that would dry these tears
that lie within their painful retreat.
The guardians of common sense
keep careful watch, lest the hidden treasure be exposed.
Oh let one drop flow and I would rejoice!
So dear the fluid, the waters of Galilee
are captured by a dam built by fear and guilt.
The fair pools are full; river beneath the river reflecting my heart.
Twin reflections hold tears for my son and daughter.
Long suffering has been a tearless torment.
Copyright © Pat Davis | Year Posted 2015
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