Tears From My Soul
Tears from my soul drop soft on my heart.
To wash away wounds that pierce in silence.
But to fortify and make them depart,
And claim no semblance or compliance.
My own wounds shine constant with self decay.
They grant me knowledge with a judgment found.
A burden carried by my own dismay.
Across canopy high of traveled ground.
A moment of peace comes, when wounds disperse.
For by time's wind they are carried away.
Pursued by memories once transverse
Pained reflections shall not trespass or stay.
Each wound from my heart has finally died.
Now cast into fires of my soul that cried.
11/28/15
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2015
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