These Tears

 

 

Deluged by waters, unstill,


yet, still running so deeply,


I begin to allow them


to be my submerging.


 

I care not, if the depths


overtake me.


I care not,


if they be my drowning-out


of the pain which threatens


to flood.


 

These tears are no match


for thoughts of brighter horizons,


for the waters have overflowed,


muddying my banks


and saturating my soul.


 

They wring me till I'm arid


in a sandstorm of emotion.


They empty this vessel,


leaving the bone-dry sensation


of barren desert mirages


flickering through my desolate spirit.


 

My eyes are depleted sockets,


void of moisture now,


staring out into this vastness


that is abandoned emptiness.


This consuming pain has become


my un-doing.


 

This hollowness has become


the echo of every noiseless droplet.


These tears have become


my only recourse of any consolation.


 

Let them drag me under.

 

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