Poem – “That Time He Wept” – Modern Romanticism – 1/19/2022

The time he kept
healing while injuring
the scars to reopen.

Father, would you
open your mouth in shame?
In knowing
my harrowing time,
would you still lift me?

You ended
for a rake, to gather
your spirit and ashes.

You ended up
within your favorite lake,
sinking with the multitude tears
that stirred upon the inside.

That time he leapt
from his time in the fire,
from his place in the dust,
he leant me a road,
with a word
that I’d not need to return it.

He stayed for a kiss.
He remained with a petal.
A breath brought down
with a face,
a reflection
unchanging in a puddle.

3 thoughts on “Poem – “That Time He Wept” – Modern Romanticism – 1/19/2022

Leave a Reply to Chris Cancel reply