a single drop of rain

is sliding down the glass

the otherwise clear pane

is allowing it to pass

a single crystal tear

is rolling down my cheek

comprised of mainly fear

an inability to speak

above, there are no storms

no clouds are overhead

the pain from which this forms

is turned to rain, instead

the skies are not an empty gray

but agonizing blue

the edges of my soul to fray

unsure of what is true

outside, the world is calm and still

oblivious to this –

an empty hole without its fill

all else, an empty kiss

everything of death, it seems,

is all contained inside

the mesmerizing tear that gleams

with spite, and hate, and pride

my heart and flesh are made of stone

an everlasting mask

but still, I’m naked to the bone,

to hide, a hopeless task

it grows inside of me, and grows,

and soon will overtake

I’m losing, covered up with snows

and dust, and fiery lake

I need to find a way to pour

the horror that I keep

at last, I curl upon the floor,

and turn my head, and weep