i sit inside abandoned silence,
wonder
how many more
tears can possibly fall
before my body
exhausts itself
of moisture,
my eyes, my skin,
my veins
dry up
and my heart
turn to husk,
a clenched fist made from
four caverns of stone
?
i sit inside abandoned silence,
wonder
how many more
tears can possibly fall
before my body
exhausts itself
of moisture,
my eyes, my skin,
my veins
dry up
and my heart
turn to husk,
a clenched fist made from
four caverns of stone
?
Isn’t it amazing how
you can think that you
couldn’t possibly
shed one more tear
and then they just start
flowing again?