Is it not ?
My duty now
To weep
In a moment
Tired, weak.
In a void
Of dampening eye
While clouds
They drift
In a quiet sky.
Is it not ?
A farewell
Now broken
In a heartbeat
A shallow token.
Is it not ?
In words unspoken
Teardrop to cheek
Hot and burning
Spirit yearning.
To rise
On legs
Now shaking
To live a day
With thoughts
Unfailing.