Unstilled
Each tear touches an ocean -
A void of countless fears.
Sends a ripple through the shadows,
Unstilling long, past years.
A motion in the deepest,
A cry long muffled shrill,
Comes an echo through the chambers,
Grasps all unto its will.
And things meant to be forgotten,
Come stirring from the deep -
The things never to be forgotten
Still birth fresh tears to weep.
This poem is about:
Our world