I drown the mountains
of this pain
in these teardrops
and storms of rain

It suffocates slowly
and it will die
before I see one droplet
in your eye

For you are the tender
new life bloom
and the reason for
all the things I do

So I will let
all the torments lay
on my own sore back
day after day

These whips are only
a feather to me
when I hold onto
your memory

Your gentle spirit
and laughter hold
deep in the recess
of my forlorn soul

So I shall stand
and work in these chains
so I can hold you
at the end of the day

(August 20th, 2017)