Poems

No choice but to.

Why this new leaking from the eyes
I had forgotten
That eyes can be red and sore.

Starts at the throat with a lump
and then it bursts
And my voice torrential beats a downpour
Steady deluged track
And I feel horrified as everything I've worked to maintain floats away on broken me
Babbling away
Because there's nothing to cling to anymore.

The roof of my mouth heartbeats
Waiting for the next flood
In tissue-wiped calm
Knowing there's worse out there
Doesn't form a shelter in here.