I can hear her cry, slowly, deeply, every breath taking
in the darkness of a dorment night
I can hear her beg for mercy, lost in a void of her own making
crashing down in its tears, forever taking
and I wish, I could catch them one by one, ease her pain
but I'm not what she wants
Still I care, love has many faces, whispered slowly
a verbal sensation, I'm one of those faces
in a dark dorment night, where even the sound of a teardrop falling
cannot survive
I can hear her cry
(c) JR. 2026
