I walk through the doors
Of beautiful Hope
Falling headlong
Into sadness
Tears rising
From the well
Inside me
As though
I had entered
Into death
Instead of life
To grieve and not
To be consoled
The river that runs
Is stronger than I
Water will not be
Held back
Weeping will not
Restrain itself
Much longer
It is the only
Expression left
To me
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