the sadness is so profound
it seeps from my skull, through my skin
like beads of sweat
that won't evaporate,
flowing down across my face
like honey.
My head bent down, as if in prayer
a prayer that shall not leave, thus shall not reach
I am too heavy
this blanket upon me, that does not protect,
suffocates,
as it pushes against my bones
like a hunter watching the hunted
waiting to bleed.