Poet's Do Cry
With a Poet's lie, I weep,
Streaming heaps of memories,
Declaring mortal bliss to all,
Even as the turbulent wilderness falls.
Gathering the wind while I watch the light's smile,
Playing the music of our shadows,
Of what was once our anointment,
I, the Poet cries with disappointment.
Copyright © Ferris Jones | Year Posted 2020
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