I have to declare
It wouldn't be fair
To share
My despair
As my tears
Well up
And roll down
Onto my long
And now bedraggled
Flowing hair
Like knotted
Ringlets of rivers
My heart, and soul
Could explode
And implode
All at once
And all that would remain
Would be
A small mushroom cloud
Leaking
Tears
And
Doubt

by Jemia