19 July, 2016

Mourning

Tears welded
not knowing where to run.
Held back
until they broke forth
in rivulets
silently stealing away.

Tide swelled
with each crashing wave.
The rhythm
so alluring to the heart-
beating hard
as the water washed away at the sores.

Water ran
back to the sea, back to
the beginning.
Time washed away the tears
as the pull
of the moon changed the course of life.

There was no where to run to to hide.


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