Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The silent weeping
Is seeping.
Wrapped around my heart
In a thick black shroud.
Like a dark cloud
That darkens the sky.
I find no comfort and
I try to hide.
At night I lay and pray
To make these times just go away.
I fall asleep
But when I wake
I find this plight is still here
For another day I must ...