by Wayne Palesado

Face drenched in liquid.
Redden in emotional turmoil.
Pain of the hour.
Hope flicking as drops pour slowly down flesh.
The internal depth of self is a flood overflowing.
Seeping out into vision.
So long dry in fear others to ridicule .
Emptiness felt in the daily pattern of numbness.
The sands of time run thin.
Wish you could exist without the consent need to fill the cup.
Animals are within my steps.
No room to venture in this commute that limits the insight.
Melting down until there's nothing left.
Want to freeze in this moment.
So the flow of tears halt before all is gone