03.16.03 - 3:00 pm

sing a song of sorrow

scribble down the pain

hold the pen much tighter

closer to the vein

it hollows out my chest

and carves out my lungs

it steals the breath from my hope

and seizes up my tongue

the fire that pours from my eyes

and the trail of salt behind

crystalizes the wound

and leaves only empty holes to find

a blanket of despair

the frost of confusion

it wouldn't have been like this

if only i were there.