Tears soften solid ground
turning dirt into soil
life blossoms from pain
earth, hear me hurt
as I fall
and break into you
knee deep
in a creek
where I weep
no peep
low peak
I don’t peek
hope bleak
slurred speech
I don’t preach
no reach
soul leaves
with cold breeze
cold breeze
torn jeans
and no sleeves
knee deep
in a creek
where I weep
Leave a Reply