I sit with head full of contemplation
Accompanied by accoplice tears of dread.
Cascading down like an open spigot of conffusion
Through the valleys of my quivering flesh.
Weap with fear knowing why these tears stream
Excepting the inevitable the right thing to do.
Heart shatters finally realizing comprehension.
Knot of sorrow stiffens upon the throat
Suppress by swallowing brings upon more agony.