Poetic Cries Cured

Lain in bed dreaming

Of hallowed whispers

Spoken in baritone harmony

Mind manifesting cries

In instrumental song

That sing soothing melodies

To my wailing heart

I'm held by a symphony

Of falling teardrops

That dance

To a love ballad

Of drunken romance,

While hymns I pen,

And my crushed comforts

Are captured

By cracked stanzas…

My poetic cure will

Forever be tuned

In chords

Of expletive

Love

Lay