• Here I sit
    Here, only staring.
    Staring into the dark abyss.
    The malevolent wind awakens me,
    Awakens me with a silky kiss.
    It stings my body,
    It stings my face.
    Tears.
    This wind is too commonplace.
    I notice my tears as they fall to my hand
    And are then swept away onto the salted wet sand.
    I pull down my dark glasses to shield my dark eyes,
    And I swear to myself, "No one could recognize
    My bright shining face behind all this pain."
    My glasses shield my eyes, yet still my tears rain.
    Forever hidden to all behind a mask of pure glee,
    I understand now that this is the real me.
    All these dark thoughts and sorrow,
    Held off till the 'morrow.
    The 'morrow when I can be free.
    Free to be me.

    I look up at a gentle 'tap, tap' all around,
    And notice the sky is making the sound.
    Lightning flashes in the distance
    While a sky's tear falls with the barest of resistance
    Right behind my glasses, between them and my eye.
    With the flash of light, I watch it and it's reflection pass by.
    In this same moment im time I cannot help but discern
    The face staring back at me through my glasses in return.
    With his sad, sad eyes.
    Eyes that tell no lies.
    And his pale, pale face.
    In which of happiness, there is no trace.
    I know that what pain I feel, he feels too.
    And that the happiness we should feel, is long past due.

    To combat the rain, and what it brings with it: the cold,
    I pull my dark shawl closer, and onto it I hold
    In vain hopes of warmth that I know will not come.
    As my legs are already far, far past numb.
    So here I'll lay on this icy wet rock.
    And as I lay, I hear someone talk.
    Their voice is so sweet, so inviting and carefree.
    The malevolent wind tries to awaken me.
    But as I slip farther into the dark abyss,
    I fail to feel its silky kiss.