i saved a cup of tears
squeezed from the cracks of my heart
by the venom of your ruthless rage
held it as long as i can
hands trembling with hope
that i would not spill one bit
on your ******* cheerios
i see hazy matter on the fluid
settle in the bottom
and like shame, it clouds everything
if stirred unsteady.
and yes, light does not get there below
where it is cold.
i cannot see where i am going
my vision is blinded by blood welling,
milked by the powerful strangle
of your vicious words...
for now, i just let it drip on this illogical cup
that now runneth over
upon my tired, aging hands
tomorrow, i will build another vessel
close my eyes
rest my hands
seal the wounds of my heart
and go to sleep forever...