My Turn To Cry

by

Sekhem Psikor Strecker

Your glittering eyes mask an inner fear
For the love that hold
The one time it was clear
And you glow like a flame
Where you desert tears flow
How far have you gone?
How deep did you go?

Your breathing is shallow and almost bare
That long lost dream
That recurring nightmare
But there's no reason to cry
For you win at each trial
Why do you feel worthless?
Why is it denial?

Success is required here
Probability problems; your life is austere
Climb into the tunnel
Blot out what you hear
It's my turn to cry
My dear...

Your trembling hands are cold and pale
I'll warm them for you
And show you the trail
Back to your salvation
To Nirvana above
I'll whisper a lullaby
Hold onto that love

Your essence is beautiful and pure
So blindingly white
The most hidden cure
For glittering eyes
That walked on you trail
You're breathing again
You're no longer pale

Success is required here
Probability problems; your life is austere
Climb into the tunnel
Blot out what you hear
It's my turn to cry
My dear...

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by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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