Eternal Teardrops
Like the grey storm clouds forming overhead,
and the raindrops seeking a place to fall;
the darkness of life continues to spread.
I could use a friend to lend a shoulder;
to ease the pain beginning to smolder.
Someone to catch teardrops before the squall,
and put an end to my storm clouds instead.
Just like a wildfire spreading uncontained,
my sadness is raging out of control,
and eternal teardrops fall unrestrained.
I could use a hero to lend a hand
to regain control and sorrow remand.
Someone to listen and gently console,
and put an end to teardrops unmaintained.
August 12, 2018
Copyright © John Gondolf | Year Posted 2018
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