Why Can't I Seem to Weep?
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When I cannot seem to weep,
and the eye pellets fail to transpire.
I sometimes wonder why,
should I even aim to attempt a tear?
I have learned to just wait for sorrowful nights,
when the rain shoots tears down for me in tribute.
Racing through the sky zephyr,
the sky juice says, "I shall cry for you.
I shall be your tears,
I shall drop to the earth for you,
when you're too prideful to plummet yourself.
I shall strike your face and shepherd you on,
when you need to be ushered into greener headspace.
I vow to rescue you and refresh your spirit,
when you find yourself investing in thundersome fear."
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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