TEARS

Tears that fall in silent rooms
seldom heal mortal wounds,
eyes that bleed infinite hurt
the emptiness of a sinklng gut,
and what of this God
who never answered me my prayers.

when barriers rise like mountains high
and world is entombed in darkness night,
that deep abyss carries no light.

but soon mother time will ease the pain,
and may the remedy be a soft spring breeze
and the caress of the gentle summer's rain.

so do not let grief be a jailer
or loss a prison cell.

for tears that fall in silent rooms
seldom heals mortal wounds.