WEEPING SOUL
When words are too weighty for the mouth, the soul weeps in anguish, Mine is howling unceasingly presently. Regardless of what I do, there is no way to console it, I feel withered and gloomy, Expressions flee! I feel lonely, I'm lonely in some horribly deep way, For a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely and how deep this horrible feeling runs, It jolts me to be this lonely because it seems ruinous. Safe haven I seek in my pen and ink, Somewhere, mixed in with all this ink, is my bliss, Tears are words that need to be written. Ho! Ho! Ho! When I write, my heart heals, my woes are drowned! I am a genius of sadness, I immerse myself in it, I separate its numerous strands, and I appreciate its subtle nuances. I am a prism through which sadness is divided into its infinite spectrum. I choose to write because it's perfect for me. It's an escape, a place I can go to hide. It's a friend, when I feel out casted from everyone else. It's a journ