i spent a little time
walking in the darkness
over the past few days

i don't know why
it's so much harder
than it's ever been
before

my heart is doing cartwheels
my hands want to shake
the tears threaten to break through
the dam that holds my sanity

i am willing to take on
the burdens of the sopping masses

only some days
in the resultant dark nights
my spirit falls
my heart splits
the dam weakens

the flood of past thoughts
not quite settled
over the mud-soaked ground
head toward the dam
gaining strength

i spent a little time
flirting with the walkers of dark
standing in the cold rain
risking the last sane thoughts

i spent a little time
walking in the darkness
begging for the tears
that will heal my wandering soul

where are the tears?
where are the tears?