Weeping can be freeing…
I Weep
I here
Ten thousand days
In a soul moment
In each
Anew mourn
I weep
A river
Sow prodigious
A loan
Soully culpable
Of washing
A weigh the see of blood
There is know
Word
To de-scribe
What is ridden in my heart
Onto the smallest of vessels
What can be holed
Such a momentous crest
Awe that is aheaded form me
I cry duct
And what might
These tears be
As eye
Re-lease life
Blood without the cells
Free and unstoppable
