Drips of sorrow seem to creep across my cheek,
Swirling beneath their surface the cries of pain and anguish.
Watery graves for what once were my agony,
Let go with a sob, with a cry.
Pained shards of glass
Broken dreams and forgotten lovers,
Somehow torn from my soul,
Burning me, scarring me.
Shattered from my duct this broken crystal,
Rolling on in its life,
Facets of what is gone from my life,
What was my life.
Dripping out my memories,
Wracking sorrow leave with these tears.
Friends and family seem to flow with them too,
Caught up in the drain of my pain.
Seeping... Ebbing me away.

Splash down and disappear,
Water shimmered away in the sun of morn.
Taking with it parts of me,
Wrung cheese cloth from my heart.
What is taken in my tears?
What is it leaving behind inside?

Penned by my hand on the 19th of Khepary, in the year 125 MA.