Endless tears
Endless coping...
Oh ye emotions that rise in me!
Why do ye come uncalled...
You call it an outlet, an art expression,
an extension of being, a process of becoming...
under
the low...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
deserted thoughts...
Wives and children are left behind
As the bravest of boys change into men...
I waited for you to go, for SO long -
Holding my breath such icy sighs...
Each man's hand itches
when he sees the sword impaled...
Your head is bowed in reverence
You touch my feet and worship...
Blustering March wind
turns umbrella inside out...
Sometimes you must kick
the beast or it may forget...
Old men are more interesting
with their souls painted...