There are moments in a poet’s life,
when they cry such deep tears of acrimony
and recrimination, it is like an acid bath of doubt,
dissolving aspiration.

There are moments in a writer’s mind,
when they cry such deep tears of harmony
and happiness, it is like a shower of golden,
aspiring inspiration.

There are moments in a person’s heart,
when they cry such deep tears of agony
and obliviation, it is like an ocean of
guilt-inspired aspiration.

There are moments in a being’s soul,
when they cry such deep tears of ‘absentee!’
and ‘madness’, it is like a river of grotesque doubt,
dissolving inspiration.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
© Copyright 10/4/05