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.