Rain Drops Baring Pain

My heart is wounded beyond measure. without mending. without tending. and it bleeds. my heart’s blood. rains. drops. from my grey cloud eyes, wounds’ tears. that meander. a river down my blue face sky. red falls from my stone chin cliff. and drifts. cascading. gathering. and pooling, a grief collection. of my wounded heart’s blood.

My own hydrologic cycle. of pain.

As This.his.her justice rolls on. mercy does not reign

Like water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again.

Listen!

my heart’s blood cries out from this beaten down dust.ash. ground

but the only sound

is the measuring. and the breaking. and the washings of hands

in my wilderness land

man’s hope pulled up like a tree

within me

ashes. dust. water. blood. wounds. rain. drops. collecting in the basin

of my empty cavity. in This. depravity.

cascading

gathering and pooling

heart’s blood

my flood

Why won’t This stop! It doesn’t stop.

the rains drop

as they bleed from my grey cloud eyes

river down my blue face sky

the deep calls

the red falls

cascade from my stone cliff chin

that begins

my own hydrologic cycle

Again

my Heart’s Rain

Drops

Baring Pain

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