The Weeping Poet
Late at night when all is quiet
And everyone's fast asleep
A mournful sound is sometimes found
When the poet begins to weep
Her tears are in the raindrops
As she tries to cleanse her soul
An empty shell, trapped in hell
That time cannot console
Her words become her refuge
As she writes away her sin
The liquid pain begins to stain
As she slays it with her pen
Her tears will bring her comfort
As she continues on her course
For tomorrow, she leaves her sorrow
The two must now divorce
She finds relief, her pain is gone
The poet no longer cries
After she weeps the poet sleeps
And quietly closes her eyes
Late at night when all is quiet
And everyone's fast asleep
A mournful sound is sometimes found
When the poet begins to weep
Copyright © Larry Belt | Year Posted 2011
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