  urlLink Poetry is something that I never find myself writing, yet a few days ago that is exactly what I was doing. You could imagine it has been a long time since I have actually wrote a poem. I did though. It was amazing, I just grabbed my pen and began writing, not fully realizing the extent of my work. The words just flowed onto the paper and when I peered down this is what I had written... The sinful tears that started it all Escape from his withered eyes and fall. In the midst of the night they arrive Making him feel he will never survive. It is now that his spirit grows weaker Feeling his fait is getting ever bleaker. For the sorrow consumed his soul And his retched life has taken its toll. &nbsp; urlLink 
