Truly a Suffering

When I weep on your shoulder

you caress me with the warmest embrace

Tears are not a comfort

but truly a great suffering

Scarring of the soul a reminder of

the bitterness,

gained through the years and years

in despair

What gift pays grieving

but the loss of sadness for a moment

Ignorance of children - admirable

they know not grief

The reminder of sadness

is still grinding

Still harvesting delight

A fragile bird he cannot fly

without his wings

You cut them deeply

when you were my God

and Gods always fail you