Drip to the pond

My tears.

As the poison withers into the void

Where all oxygen escapes rotten lungs...

The history shall be left in a shell,

And to drown is the future.

But for my hands,

As I wipe away the rain,

I constantly dream of being surrounded by validation.

Like snow on a mountain,

Wishing I had land to cuddle with my frigid existence.

But as I speak to give light,

It melts into my mind...

It brings forth the lost,

And takes what I had.

And even after all of this...

The air that is consumed...

The arrows that continue to stick,

And my body that continuously swims...

My tears

Woe'd for validation.