PAINS OF THE HEART

PAINS OF THE HEART 
When the sun goes down 
And the night is still 
I cry myself to sleep.
Beneath sheets of white 
And pillows soft as the cloud 
I cry myself to sleep.
My love is gone
I know not where
I cry myself to sleep.
It hurts so bad 
Words cannot compare 
So I cry myself to sleep.
O that the reservoir of my tears 
May cease to flow 
And let me be at peace.
But one thought of you 
And I begin to weep
Tonight, I will cry myself 
To sleep.
By
Wilford Barker
11-08-15