Weep no more

The weight of those who’ve gone  pulls at my heart

They have wound me with their ropes so they can tug

And as I stumble through this world’s sick fog

I wonder  for how long we’ll be apart.

Should I cut the ropes that bind me hard?

Must I be sister cruel to those who’ve died?

They won’t want to know how much I’ve cried

Should I walk away from all we shared?

In the early morning, in the night.

I lie alone too long before the dawn.

Weeping at the moon . oh broken heart.

The images of loved ones hurt my sight.

But I must cut the ropes and venture on. 

Weep no more for all the ones who’ve gone