Little people line my cup
dancing on tiny waves
only to drown on my lips.

There once was a wind
that blew through my heart,
whistling on its merry way.

But one day my tears dried up
and my heart became arid and desolate.
Neither sand nor sky stirred
and the wind stilled to empty gusts.

Little lost boy on the eye of the world
whispers prayers to unknown gods
and when he asks “Why?”
the night offers only reflection.

She shone.
Graceful through the pain,
she shone

“It’s never good enough,”
the voices whisper
in sinister symphony.

“Just give up,”
the night sings to me
in the silence between sobs.