Tear

In the fog of an uncertain gaze,
a tear takes root.

A damp burden of tangled anguish,
endless worry, the suffocation that returns.

The watermelon smile
conceals an abyss
of terrors, trembling
in the sober wanderings of one who has sworn off.

Grey emerges as day
for those who have climbed beyond pain and isolation.

A fresh grey morning
breaks into the hush of sorrow
for those who live, yet only rehearse their suffering.