I Will Cry Sometime Soon 

Intoxicating aromas
Of wine and real sacrifice.
Tension in the brows,
Pain overflows,
Screams inside my head,
Biting sorrow….

Then nothing,
Well… one tear,
Only one.
So the build-up continues,
Cranium is numb,
Here! Have a slice of my brain.

Can’t flush the blood from my heart,
It's a trio of - 
Brokenness…
Torment…
Loss….
That lives there,
Instead it stays put.

I’m a tumbled statue
Of myself,
Carved, stuck, hard.
I want my pain to fly away
Down my brasier
Like a dollar bill.
I worked for it
And I want to rinse
My hands of this matter.
I have no fingerprints,
My palms are smooth,
"No fortune!" says the Teller.

Blood flows,
I feel...
I feel less...
I fell less here.
I’m going there,
Away in my head.
See you later.

Wretched me!
Flush my spirit Lord!
Gimme tears fairies!
Sprinkle your dust on me.
No more words!
No more agony!
No more tension.
I need the sweet release
Of water pouring out my eyes
And down my face.

I’m waiting….
I guess there’s more
Intoxicating aromas to come.
I will not die guilty
Of not feeling life.
I will cry sometime soon.