Treasure Island

micheal john


Weeping Soul


Why is my heart fetching on sorrows?
Why is the breath in my nostril
conterminated with the exhales of grief
Why is this melancholy sounds
within my spirit?
why is my heart singing sorrow?

upon whose grimaces does my smile sinks?
who is this singing sorrowfull songs
in the land where joy dwells

upon whose call does my joy vanish?
Who is this that whispers sorrow to my spirit?
upon whose touch i am
eerie shrieked? ? ?

Who is this that sings woe to my day?
Who?
Who?

Who pleasure in the raining of my tears? !

Submitted: Thursday, November 21, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 22, 2013
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