My Crying
Is that the death I hear ringing?
Is that the yelling I hear pleaing?
Are the demons a-rising?
Is that sound of there singing?
Is that rustling I hear fleeing?
Screaming.
Running falling.
Discerning.
Frightened, unwillfull scared.
Tortured soul,
Good bye dear love, I must pay my toll.
For that leaving and pleading and striving is my crying.
Copyright © Senait Mohammed | Year Posted 2005
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