Weep No More…

My lost beloved

Let tears cease to fall

On thoughts ill conceived

Or notions imagined…

Too long have you wandered forlorn,

Deep in muddied bogs,

Feeling for hidden stones perceived

With hands scarred and worn by denial…

The sharp ache a fable made

Brought eyes to weeping’s brim

Blinding any certain view

From one in search and need of truth…

Copyright©Murrsma2015

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