weakness

tears flow into rivers
to quench the emotive land
this soul is fertile soil
this mind filled with memories in toil
too intricate to understand
as fears flow into shivers
and a storm falls into
silent thoughts to scream

"pucker up,
for weakness shows defeat"

days pass into existence
weakness lingers drowning resistance
now,then,after
it still stays
never leaves
that part
that shadows
the essence
of the internal eternal
being
suffocating the seed
of the flower to grow
and bloom
into the morning light

lull in time wasted
as dreams are shattered
Their broken fragments reflect
self revelations bold and apparent
to revolt and chant

"pucker up,
for weakness shows defeat"