Big stained glass cups
I hold
Big stained glass cups
I fold
Over my arms
On top of my shoulders
Heavy weighted
Of all the tears I've collected
When I held absorbing napkins over
Overcasted wet eyes
Sniffles
And red cheeked
forlorn faces
This matter
The matter of pain
I submerged in
Attempting to heal
Stained faces I observed
Surrounding me
These big stained glass cups
Filled with swamps of ache
Plunge me
In martyrdom
Throwing self to the current
To save the Souls
Lost in there own
Tears (waterfalls)
ESTÁS LEYENDO
A Slew of Poems Unrevised
PoesíaCascade through the mind OR BETTER How it is formulated within I AND US
