Prayer
Those silent tears ran down again
So sure was I that they had dried
And the hollow feeling they had left
Matches no other but the one of death
So, close the casket or set the fire
Let me not live another while
nurturing solitude with endless hope
embracing ghosts of fake smiles
Be this mind put at a final rest
All the sorrow ending at last
No struggle left to be done
Never another silent tear to run.
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