Looking Through Stained Glass

For While She Weeps

She Weeps

For while she weeps,
Sorrow keeps as
pain sweeps her heart.
Torn apart as
it thwarts the chance
to romance the
soul’s dance that’s stilled.
Passions killed by
tears spilled in ache.
Spirit breaks. It's
a snake that crawls,
As it sprawls there
then squalls and rails
driving nails, it
assail's heart's halls.
But it falls hard
Soon all hurts slow.
Pain will go, and
she'll know - she's free


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