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

my well-being

a thing of the past.

©August 14/19

Picture is one of my own

taken at Matlock Beach Manitoba 2017