Poems

"I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted away within me." Psalm 22:14

From his life
of sorrow,
they pour out.
From the well
of his heart,
they rise.
From the spring
of his soul,
they flow.
They are tears
that seep
from his eyes.

Like water,
he pours out
with them.
From his
sunken heart,
they go.
Like streams
they disappear.
Where they run,
he does not know.
  - mce