A Flood of Tears

A Flood of Tears When tears glue eyed lids’ tar to balls of fire and tear apart a soothing balm called resolution as tar defeats the lysosomes of ragged vision a third eye calls for sixth sense in a sickened time a cry for a cry decries a festering splinter inside out When shackled chakra invites distorted sounds sticks on that loopy tone and tune in endless loops as hearing plasters mucilage in mutilation’s muteness a third ear of quietude invites a healing frequency a voice reprimands cacophony and beats the drums When smell exudes a sewer’s skewer taste falls foul on buds and buts again touch lost its grip on grapple’s clench and rotting leaves leave decomposed what’s left behind one message remains to battle out the wreckage There is no phoenix no panacea no external healing no clever plot to complete the warring conqueror’s return let alone no algorithm or conceited panoply of ease but only you can change the things you try and can and everything starts with longing length for suffering to cease