While My Pen Gently Weeps
Tears are tangled and hearts are mangled
Wasted weeping deep inside
Crystal balls showing love that falls
For our love is thus denied
Silent screams of broken dreams
Lachrymal layers laying low
Wishing wells of thought that swells
Our love has no place to go
Genocide... looks inside
The wastelands of lost souls
Come and find for now I’m blind
And have fallen through the hellion holes.
July.28.2016
Three Stanzas - Poetry Contest
By Broken Wings
Copyright © Winged Warrior | Year Posted 2016
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