Here I lie
in a browning
blanket stained
with mascara from
wiping my eyes

in the blue light
of the pool side
gleaming
and the silence
of a summer night

it's here
I lie and do
not know where
pain comes from
or exists within
my soul

or why it
burrows in
so deep and
buries itself
in its hole

and how
agony can
be so big
yet it
makes one feel
so small

Here I choose
to feel my pain
to lie and
sleep through it
all