Tears of this Son
Tears of the sun pour down from the heavens.
They rain in sync with the salted water from my eyes.
This deep ache.
It clouds my vision.
Purpose in the moment lost.
Anxiousness coursing under my skin.
My pulse, a drum beat.
My heart, relentlessly pounds.
I can taste the loneliness.
I can feel my walls breathing.
I cannot see past the pain.
Each blink, a reminder.
Snap shots and photographs of past indiscretions.
Hoping the tears of the sun can wash clean the tears of this son.