Eyes fill with the salty wash of emotion,
Soon pouring over in a cascading stream,
Searing their way down pale cheeks,
A burst of emotional freedom,
Trapped within a swell of sorrow and loss,
An ever-present weight released,
A heart flying free within its freedom,
Even as it is consumed by sorrow…

A seemingly never ending pouring,
A soul bound tight severed from its restraints,
A slow descent from the leap,
A heaved breath for a sigh of relief,
A collapse on the floor in exhaustion,
Head rested on a tear stained pillow,
Slipping quietly into sleep in comfort.

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Not an average poem etc for me. Don't really like this much. But its
worth it I guess, so..
 
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