Soft Cries- a poem by K.N. Lee

Soft Cries K.N. Lee
An intense urge smothers meRipping me from my sleepBegging me to bleed Those soft cries Of mourningSpinning painful prose Like wicked spellsDripping them onto The blood-stained parchment Of my bitter pastThis urge has arisenLike those soft criesBreezing through almost unseenSwirling and twirlingLike the cracked music boxI shall weep beauty from my tainted soulAnd share it with my broken heart


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