Thursday, March 12, 2009

These My Tears

By Cordell Rich

these my tears are born of a rage boiling within her
melting the shards of broken memories
to produce these tears which even now
bind me against my will to her
they burn and sting my eyes and turn my heart cold
how does this woman cry when all inside of her
is frozen by a great frost temporing her heart

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1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

you mastered the weaving of your repentance. applaudable. shan

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