Teardrops fall,
yet the page stays dry.
So often
I don’t know,
why I cry.
The pain’s alive,
wounds forever healing,
as peace becomes pain
the demons cushion my fall.
A mile to go
with glass in my feet,
it’s hard to be me
when feeling this beat.
This neck aches for love
to hold it in place,
my head in your lap
my last sight
your face.