AGONY

I bleed

Large crimson

Tears

Of salt

And hurt

And lonely fears

I long

For a heart

To see my pain,

Touch me

With rhythms

Of soothing rain.

When I let

Your essence

Flow over me,

To clean

The dirt

Of melancholy,

I realize

Distressed

Is not my destiny.

I bled

Because 

I let thorns

Live

And play

Inside me.

MS