It was as if the heavens sobbed,
drowned earth in rain of tears,
reflected in the elements,
the grief within which seared.

Upon life’s sodden canvas,
I saw my story writ,
knew that angels wept with me;
wiped eyes so filled with grief.

Earth sucked slow the waters,
heart let oceans wash,
and in the drowning dregs of it,
the memories were tossed.

Slow, sullen fall upon the soil,
sure drift across my Soul,
and in the drench of feelings,
I found myself recalled.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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