THE CREVICES OF TEARS

Lines of fluid lament
flow their trail in agony's toxins
from the eyes,
through the heart,
flooding the soul.

Unspoken ache of longing
is felt so deep in the emptiness
where an absence's darkness
creates a crack in one's thinking
in which you fall
being so completely devastated
from a sense of utterly aloneness,
shrouded in a mourner's garb
for the death of self esteem
and knowing not a single other hand
cares if you live or die.

It is a pain rippling in intense waves
rising from that endless sea of despair
where the sunken sinks of your dreams
lie submerged in sorrow's soggy chest.

About to drown,
unable to even shout a single cry for help
when someone reaches out with a life preserver of love
so you can ride that current of solitude
knowing how you're not truly alone
as long as another life carries your's inside.