I Cry a river of tears
So devout, so full of pain,
That grows with the passing of the years.
Through clouds of doubt and falling rain,
And finally, I acquiesce to your call,
That keening, plaintive note,
I no longer have any feelings at all.
The words I say were learned by rote.
I resort to lies with dead eyes,
Meaningless, like my life; remote.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 28/January/2019