Quatrain of Dry Tears - 1802 - Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain of Dry Tears

Dry tears - to cry without loss

The lump swelling in my
bastardized throat
seems hard to
contain,

It's just a feeling I have
when I hear choking
thoughts that must be
slain,

It's as if I can't find my
way home as my lucent
imagination goes
astray,

Now burning heartaches
swirl inside my soul as I
fall to my knees to
pray.

Prayer

Oh, help me God to see
life's painting you have
mastered with a brush,

Let the blood that runs
through your veins fulfill
all my needs that gush,

Give to me the best in
you and never let me
see your mind sweat,

When my life is over, I
want to know, the tears
you shed, were not
wet.

Yorktown Disciple
2003