Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Morning Eyes Cry

The heaviest tears.
I’ll never know what was me
Or what I handed over.
Though I continue to work
My mind is out to sea
With the last of my childhood smiles.

Do I shout or run
Or for forgiveness pray?
Age old promises broken in seconds
Leave the deepest wounds.
Once the purpose is unmade
Is it just a ring?

Having left the high road
Do things become easier?
Am I free? Once you die,
You realize just how easy it is
And how complicated the price can be.

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