Rosary of Tears
Oh that I had wings
like a dove!
for then would I fly away,
and be at rest.
~Psalm 55:6
Lord, I swore not to weep,
yet here in the darkness
that precedes sleep
I find them~
regret, grief, anger, relief~
rivers down my cheek.
For: BITE SIZE POEM no26 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
November 8, 2021
Copyright © Chetta Achara | Year Posted 2021
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