To cry like this
unending nights
with one tiny light,
one tiny squeak of day
under the mud
it is always this
way
Daylight warms
the top of my skull
as I trace the course
of the sun from one side
of my pond of tears
to the other
Over so quickly
over and done
and in that short glimpse
of daylight, my tears still
run
Deluge, dear
feel my clammy heart
there is no end when
these kind of tears
start