TIME
Time.
to rethink issues
sans weeping tissues.
All those tears
inculcated fears
old arrears
welling
swelling
brimming into eye
of heart-storm.
Seasoned
brined.
Salted to the core.
No space
no more
to store
time
to re-form
perception
deception
for clarity reception
long held back
on repetitious track.
Tears
the gift
of gods
to shrift shift
the stormy muddle puddle
Time
for befuddle lack.
I am coming back.
©grapher June 2014-06-08
