Pain Drenched Sorrow

My eyes are my mask-

They sparkle with joy,

But when I’m alone they

Leak tears of pain.

Like a faucet I turn the tears on or off,

But now the pipes are leaking.

More and more the faucet drips,

Each tear comes slowly faster

‘till one of these days I’ll lose control; small drips

become a waterfall

cascading down

my cheeks.

Pain drenched sorrow is what I have,

Relief

is what I need,

but that pipe has many turns, forks, and dead-ends.

If I take the wrong path I’ll be lost,

dead in a place with no name.