Free Verse 1


Tears of the blue, upon a sullen angel.
As the stone of the statute begins to crack and fade.
Thoughts of peace turn sour in despair,
and the cool sensation of loneliness sets in.
Strength wanes, as ill feelings flood the mind,
for sorrowed news breeds sorrowed thoughts.
And the world commands her to stand tall as a monument to others,
but her heart asks that she seclude within it.
Retracting from the universe, where all hope fails,
and she asks herself what can be done?
What is it she can accomplish?
For it is not the depression of herself, but of another
that has brought her to this place.
It can be easy to lose one’s self here, and indeed many have,
but for those you love, one must remain strong.
For it is they that bare the true cripple of despair,
and so you must be their crutch.

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