My eyes see before me lost traces of humanity,
A whirlwind of sorrow crashing thunders sanity.
A heart will cleanse from tears long cried,
Scatter the winds on the earth do ride.
Tears. A trace. They ease slowly from my eyes,
Captured by the wind carried by the sunrise.
A rainbow of tears shadows drift through my heart,
And the edge of a dull knife ripping my soul apart.
© Cynthia Clark
So much pain, it feels as sharp as the edge of the knife piercing through the soul. Profound like the ocean and tempestuous as its rolling waves!