Bleeding
Why do these blackened tears roll out my eyes,
Overflow the ocean of innocence.
'Till when the waves and breeze and beauty dies,
The sizzling fires of sorrow dance.
Old paths of golden smiles melt to dust,
To grief that swells the once soft heart to clay.
And somehow hardens my spirit with rust,
Strings of faith split apart by disarray.
Is there nothing left to do but cry out,
Live in turmoil with none at my side.
Paste over gaping holes of loss with grout,
The fun and happiness in life denied?
Or do I sit and wait for one to come,
To mend and sew my bleeding heart, now numb?
