Weeping, My Tears Do Seep

WEEPING, MY TEARS DO SEEP . . . Weeping, my tears do seep, into rivulets so deep Abseiling, down my cheeks further, they do creep Making their final deathly leap, fall upon my breast Thus, invited into my open torn heart as its guest My emotions, again sent around, this broken soul Until once again, this soul can be rendered, whole And the open wound of my heart, then but a scar With my then, darkened thoughts, darken as char Give way to emotions of a brighter notion as arise With only tears of a newer life and all my hurt dies Indiana Shaw . . . -_-