Never more innocent a tear has fallen
Fresh
Salty from the heart’s deepest caverns
I wait
And another perfect drop
Slides stealthily downward
Escaping mine eyes
For even they resent
The fury concealed within such darkened orbs

One would think of this rage
As a pent up past
But so wrongly do they assume
For the past-
The past is my comfort
I thrive off of its familiarity
And wish only for its return

And
With each sunset
I regret the rise that will succeed
It leads us so blindly to another day
Another chance to fail
Leaves us with a sense of anxiety
Of not knowing what’s to come
As even death can tread so closely
When watched so blindly