Weeping

The trees weep from the dying trims hanging

The vines bleed  bloody tears

The soil stained in thick pain

The limbs weakened and weary 

tired sets in

The brightness carries wide with fury and hatred

as the sun runs into hiding

Haunting is the sound that moves to the heavens

like a hymn

echoing like thunder

Wicked like lightening

The limbs coward and crawls

When the night curtain falls

The soul~less shadows peeks from behind

Bitterness settles in the sky

And patiently waits and bids its time

until the new has worn

and faded

into the light 

♡SingPoetically♡

Melissa. YaQeen♥