it trickles down, my misery,
i watch it fall.
an emptiness, a longing.
without pain, i press down.
no fear.
just a fleeting release
that last a second,
and keeps me breathing
-but not living.
i try to tell them,
to speak the words
that keep my heart
dark.
but a rock is lodged in my throat,
grating on my mind.
a well overflows in the pit of my existance.
and i push down,
scraping at my pain, fear, longing.
i look down
and I exhale.