Moonlight Dwelling

Tears flow down my face
Mingled with drops of blood
The smell of copper is in the air
A bittersweet taste
Lays on my tongue
Misery and sorrow
Bad memories locked up
Inside my head escape
Loud and rumbling
Filling up my head
Intense pain increases
Releases a new flood of tears
The floor is weak and old
Can't stand the weight
It can't take the dead tears
Creaking and snapping
Spinning down to the dirt
Grabbed the bed leg
It hit me in the head
Now I am dead
Drowning in my tears
That can't seem to stop
Like a dripping faucet
That keeps you up all night

By Barbara Desmond