Monday, April 3, 2017

He Cries

In the corner of his room
He cries
Huddeled up
Tucked away
He puts his head between his legs
And let's the water flow

The tears burst forth in a rushing stream
Cleansing heart and soul
Of broken dreams
Hurt
Pain
and more
He opens the flood gates

To wash them out the door

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