Broken in tears

My chest pulls tight from choked tears,

Whose sadness seeps into my sullen soul

Like asphalt churned and poured out 

Onto my future where once grew wild.


I cannot hold your past in my palm

Without running out of runway, 

So I face the only one I know - my God - 

To turn my road ahead into a riverbed. 


Before I am broken in tears,

I pine for the river to flow into the sea 

Where all tears are laid to rest 

Before evaporating into the sky. 





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