Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Well of Sorrow, Chalice of Tears

No one has ever longed to
Sip from the chalice
Of tears
Drawn from the well
Of sorrow
Poured into the mouth
Without fear
Yet my very own actions
Left me hollowed
Long before I could decide
I made that choice
Upon my birth I did so
It was bitter but I drained it
Allowed me no conceit 
The silence of birth was shattered
By my screams and that of my mother
She left me to scream for her touch
My life essence was pain
And only when the circle became complete
Did I ever feel the touch of another again