From whence cometh this dark cloud,
Casting shadows and growing thick,
Over my pains flowing aloud,
The trickles of a desolate creek.
Unto this deep pain do I yield,
Fierce and intense but none could see,
That hope be cold and comfort killed,
I'm struck by the deed; yes let it be.
Pain and anguish enclosed in my eyes,
Out you all that I may be free,
Wash along with the sore of the skies,
Hold not and let the rain hide thee.
#El_Magnifico™
(Published in "Raven Cage Poetry and Prose Ezine #17")
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