Tears

I have sometimes surrendered to the voice of despair,
been crushed under the thumb of grief.
Let sadness flow through my haunted veins,
leaving a chill no warmth could touch.
Dining alone is necessary in such circumstance,
nothing is more damaging to the appetite than the snot soaked
bleary eyed, face of the haunted
who can’t
Stop
crying.
Eventually all is exhausted,
all sadness
all fear
all grief
all sorrow
all hatred
all love
all

The paper thin husk that remains
after the powerwashed scouring subsides
is empty.

No longer haunted
No longer able to withstand the weight of attachment

Hollow, empty, free
but alone