THE WELL RUNS DRY
From whence come the tears when the well runs dry
I shiver in the loneliness born
Tossed here and there like a ship on high seas
My hope and my heart have been torn
The void herein cannot be dispelled
Much deeper the chasm, abyss
Bound to this world full of darkened decline
Hell must be something like this
For centuries, it seems I’ve been drowning in grief
Though mortal and merely am I
The suffering of loss missing hands on the clock
Tell my truth, tell my story, tell my time
Deteriorating automaton aimlessly afoot
Desperation, bumping off walls
Emptiness filling overflowing my cup
Joyful house once a home emptied halls
Loss is a journey for one and for all
A season of weeping and moans
Prayers to a God whom I once relied
Emptiness now missing soul
Cruelty truly has a companion
To whip and to slash and to tear
Into my very existence of being
Exposing my burdens so bare
Raw from the anguish bleeding with torment
Custody of my sanity lost
Surely the devil himself is behind this
Once hallowed grounds holocaust
Shaking my fists exposing incisors
Growling with guttural pain
Nothing so sacred that I wouldn’t offer
If only to hold him again
But now ‘tis the time for final goodbyes
These bloodshot, blurred eyes barely see
Cast into wind and carried away
This burden of sorrow within me
Great! I can’t imagine the feeling.
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