Cry Me a River of Gloom
Tears, both salty and silent,
flowing in rivers of melancholy
dead dreams are sobbing, all violent
as history remembers, in weeping,
to color the heart in hues of longing
rich with dreaded fears seeping
in dark thoughts which disappear
among the rain that pours over grief
crying brilliant blues so very sincere
as despair is sobbing so it soon appears
the lingering losses will thrive
on heartbreak and murky, gloomy tears
The Goblin’s Jewel Box 1 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Jack Webster
July 12, 2021
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