Tuesday, June 24, 2014

Soft Cries- a poem by K.N. Lee

Soft Cries
K.N. Lee

An intense urge smothers me
Ripping me from my sleep
Begging me to bleed 
Those soft cries 
Of mourning
Spinning painful prose 
Like wicked spells
Dripping them onto 
The blood-stained parchment 
Of my bitter past
This urge has arisen
Like those soft cries
Breezing through almost unseen
Swirling and twirling
Like the cracked music box
I shall weep beauty from my tainted soul
And share it with my broken heart