Truth

I am seeking an end in perpetual darkness staring over the edge peering into unimaginable depths. Clutching the jagged rocks the stones hurt my fingers. A single bead of crimson fallen, lost forever into blackness as honed points pierce my flesh. Tears rush in to flood my eyes but as my wounds trickle tiny streams upon my wrists I realize it isn't my fingers only my very heart & soul tearing & wrenching my insides. The agony writhing within I cannot break free. I crumble. Fists clenched, salt stinging I catch each tear on open lacerations as I open trembling hands to threatening clouds. I wait for the rain shining new light upon a tarnished love cleansing a battered desire. In the dripping darkness rolling thunder hugs me close. The tormenting remnants of distress is washed away in the night. Nov 24/o7