The Crying Poem by Siryn Beowulf
The Crying
By Siryn Beowulf
I sit in a dark corner of my mind
If only I would stop crying
The tears on my face make me blind
If only I would stop crying
The grief of the life we live and love
If only I would stop crying
And darkness settles on my mind like a glove
If only I would stop crying
And at last I stop crying
Thursday, March 10, 2022
Topic(s) of this poem: grief
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