When a Poet Grieves
They say when a poet grieves
He unveils himself,
Within a poem, mending his broken soul
With the beauty of rhyming words;
His tears he uses to soak the dryness
Of his worn mind;
Yet I, the poet, grieve in solitude
And I could not unveil,
Nor write my own sorrow,
But, I do gaze the sky not to ask how the birds fly
Instead, I cry out loud, for His love and understanding!
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