My tears run in my veins like
The waters of a secret river
Hidden but ceaselessly flowing
I cry silently in vain while
Waves of grief fragmenting
My inner sanctum break
And memories, oh! they hound
Like the caverns in Xanadu silent
With a war waged underneath
I too want to soften and cry
Crumble like the earth wasted
Yet that’s a luxury I can’t afford
