Roots Of Grief

My Heart Aches With The Grip Of Labor
Giving Birth To Past Emotions
The Melody Of A Crow Birds Call
Mimic’s The Dejection Within My Spirit
A Plethora Of Ideas To Escape Misery
The Burdens Are A Moon Over My Conscience
Surpassing My Presence But It Shall Return
Possessed By Trauma
Internal Wounds Seeping
In The End My Soul Thirsts For A Cloud Of Rest
Even So
To Rest And Only To Rest
Would Be My Demise
Woe Unto My Existence
I Give Birth To Sorrow
Tomorrow
My Tears Will Alarm Me To Rise
With The Weight
By Day
Rivers Flow From Behind My Vision
Watering Agony To Grow
Provoking Thorns To Embed Within
The Flesh Of My Bosom