After hours;

Quite showers;

Things come to mind.

Distractions to

Chase them away,

Leave something behind

That makes me feel weird

In an unfunny way.

And oh… It does refuse

to ever go… away.

It’s here to stay.

Forever it seems.

Because every day,

I push it away

For it to be lost,

To be tossed.

But, it will come back

To harrow me again.

While I feign

That things are good

But I can’t explain

Why I feel like this.

I just do.

When I am alone

No one to phone

To distract me from this

Weight on my chest.

That without pretext

Proceeds to haunt me

About little things

That don’t matter anymore.

When did it become so hard to let go?

Some water and some salt

In a tiny little drop

Coalesce and contain

All this blistering pain

~

Flowing in a silent

Meticulous stream

And a wipe of the hand

And its no more seen.

~

I remember

The scent of a salty sea

In silent rage

With restless breeze

What cried so hard

That it filled these depths

With fluid shards

And breathless breaths

~

A tiny drop

What is my pain

Before what drives

That sea insane