There is

There is a well
Hidden deep
In a crevice
Of my heart
A deep well
Fed from
The river
Of my tears
A river hidden
Behind the fracture
Of my smile
Do not fret;
My smile
Will not falter
I will listen
To your fears
Your triumphs
I will applaud
While I,
I stand, alone
And I raise my glass
To Veritas
While my tears
Seep into my soul
I will not
Pay the ferryman
To ease me across
Across the Styx
I will dive
Into its currents
Carried by the
Songs of sirens
I will long return
To love, having grown
Tired of searching
For love
David Kernohan

© 1 August 2015

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