Do Not Weep for Me, but Understand My Pain

My world is like a grain of sand

upon the shores of time, changing,

ever changing, and then washed

out into the sea of life.  Infinity is in

my soul, eternity floats upon the

clouds of heavenly moments.  My

hours caged, my spirit angered at

the thoughts of those who have

walked away from my gate.  My feet

have left their mark upon the sands

of time, waves of tears have splashed

upon the rocky cliff that bares scars

of what I have lost, and my mind

wanders the caverns of the past.  A

mother’s grief screams into the endless

nights leaving scars upon a heart that

is already torn and ragged.  Words of

doubt have poisoned my faith, the

days are winding down, and I was

born to mourn.

 

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