and so ashamed of yourself
aware of me
beware of me
take care
and i worry about the world
and its cares
and lack thereof
i’d cry but not that it matters
soul’s spilling and that doesn’t matter
heart’s screaming and that doesn’t matter
so what do briny eyes matter?
i swallow the lump that has grown to a tumor
and take care of myself because i am the only one left to worry
nothing else can bring me down
rise me up to make me frown
that happens a lot
it’s sad but true
happened to you
so few
and a poor little flock
sitting closer than aught
they’re tired and mired
and i’d take off their pain
like mud from a rain
but i can’t gain what i already have
i have tried and it ended up bad
i could drink up your tears
and devour your fears
if i knew the years
would be kinder
slighter
less painful or drained
such a loss is a gain