I hear someone crying…
…a sound of deep misery, grief and woe.
To hear it, is to bring much pain
‘Cause who can believe such hurt is so?
I feel for this bringer of sorrow,
This bird without a wing.
I’m sure you once flew high…
…soaring higher
And higher yet,
In the expansive blue sky.
But now you lay here grounded
As a sad pathetic thing for eyes.
What disasters could have befallen you,
You poor…
…poor…
…angelic creature?
Oh agonizing one…
You harvester of tears…
My heart bleeds for you and all your fears.
…
I see the face of the fallen one.
It’s a face of gruesome sight.
It’s a face of a joyous clown
Wrenched down in suffering plight.
Upon this jester’s face I see make-up running down
Across the cheeks and off the face with a
*sniffle*
*sniffle*
Whimpering frown.
I too
Am moved to tears
This is
Too much for me to bear.
You poor…
Poor thing
With a big red nose and wild bushy hair.
-JJT
28 Oct 06
4:20 AM