Simple Plea
cry for me
tear-dropped dew
of anguish,
down dribbled
duct to chin.
thin lies of
sorrows spent
within old
dungeons, trapped.
bones to bare,
spare me. sweet
lipped succor
caped in crown
jeweled angst.
not yet there.
where then to
meet? we greet
each day hope
hearted new.
poor hearts flew
to heaven’s gate
by spate of
ruinous lore.
no more. please
Lord, no more.
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