--By Junior L.
Soft tears from my heart,
My pain deceives me,
They wore sheep clothes and crawled in shamelessly,
A slumber indeed,
Tears succumbed,
I listened to my dreaded heart,
A deep slumber,
Could it be so that, I, indeed fear my own pain,
They need not show themselves,
I see them in the river,
Their gaze torn my soul apart,
On my knees begging their vile souls to love me,
I felt their feeble breath,
The slumber of my pain,
I adored their weakness,
A deep slumber,
I feared the morning sun,
For every sunrise they visit,
But have never cared for my Ocean of love,
A drop of tear for their strength,
The slumber of my pain,
At once open your eyes,
Gaze upon my suffering Indeed,
In my heart that is.
Namaste.
Amen.