Tears To Cry Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

When shoulders are in dearth whereby to cry,
And frozen tears would stab with loneliness,
A smile I dare that unto heaven try,
For wish, my prayer speaks with holiness;
The dirge that grieving lips would sadly sing,
On hollow voice to echo laments made,
By wintry yards where hands of Death would bring,
The dreams that on the grave are now arrayed;
But life is now as dark as sorrow's cloud,
That brews into a yet impending storm,
Its shades that blanket in the darkest shroud,
Have all the days into the nights transform;
.....If but a shoulder where to cry is found,
.....Some of my tears would fall not to the ground.
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