My Soul is Crying- a poem

My Soul is Crying

K.N. Lee

My soul is crying

Weeping

Wailing

For my heart is ill

Broken

Ailing

The pillow is soaked

With salty tears

My heart is swollen 

With poison

My cries echo

And fill my ears

A lonely walk 

May clear my head

Maybe I'll forget

The empty house

And empty bed

Butterflies swirl

Like splotches of colored hope

Fresh air fills my lungs

I force my feet forward

And desperately try to cope

A garden awaits

One of calm

And beauty

A low hum

And a swift breeze

As a fragrant perfume

Floats through the trees

Falling

Floating

To my knees

I clasp hands in prayer

Beg for release

I fall back 

Into a bed of red roses

The vines wrap themselves 

Around my limbs

The thorns sting

And cut my face

Like knives

I bleed

And I smile

Sing sweet songs

In painful bliss

Though bleeding and broken

It doesn't compare to such pain

As this...