resignation, a certain kind of sadness:
the vacuum of air filling the space
between a tear and the cheek
now asunder, or the parting of skin
as it is rent. an immobility that is heavier
than weight, a certain kind of eternal
regret (eternally regressing) that drags
on and on until at last the tear splashes.
yet deeper the fall is felt, the shock of realization
smashing against neurons, echoing throughout
the layout of the roots which define the route
by which pain returns to your brain.
the littlest squelching of hope in darkness,
a darkness absorbed in all kinds of lights
even the hues of non-visible colours...
a stain that's been wiped, cleaned
and still stays, unwilling to leave.
finally the heart pounds its way
through this mess...