Word of the Day Challenge #49-Untitled Poem

***Please note this is not indicative of how I feel at this time.****

Lone single tear
sidles down the side of my nose
slips the curve of my chin
drips to the table before me.
Never looking up
never seeing the pity
a yawning blackness
falling into it headfirst
never ending nullifying bliss.
Chiseled granite
cracked smile on lips
oozing through
sadness
pain
anguish
held tight
a patchwork quilt
security blanket
a way to keep everyone out.
Wretched I am.
Agony dances across nerve endings
breath caught
panic abridges
cannot catch air
this is where I will fail.
There is no sanity
there is no wealth
a thing of the past.
©August 14/19
Picture is one of my own
taken at Matlock Beach Manitoba 2017