By Shy Violet My eyes are filling up again.
I cannot remember a time
When they did not hold the sea;
It's pouring down catastrophe,
It is raining, a dark storm is here.
What can we do now?
There is no end in sight.
The oncoming night is cold,
I am frozen stiff.
My eyes are glass;
They shatter when I see you.
Free Verse Poem: Soul Through Winter
