not happy in this moment
pressure in the eyes
presages tears
but not the kind
that clear the vision
show the heart the way to walk
more like to be occlusive
shutting down those treasured
windows to the soul
bathing them in red
instead of crystal
the heavy thud of lead
instead of a celestial ring
around my finger
or in my ears now filled
with snuffles and with sobs
a childish threnody
that sings of heart strings severed
in the midst of joy
of hope all blackened on the vine
frost from a fading soul.

Midnight Clarity

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