She Will Weep No More

It's scary how often I write about the sad and troubling things.

It hurts that these are what I want to express and not joyful rings.

Rings of laughter and dance,

Tales of love and romance.

These things exist too,

but in memory there are few –

Few that remain pure, that weren't followed by watering eyes.

Few that remain honest, too many tainted by distasteful lies.

I will try to write more when these things occur.

I will try to get out there, escape this silly bore.

This dreadful sadness that I have come to accept,

in the back of mind mind, that little girl who wept,

She will weep no more.