Bathed in tears

Like a flood the storm in my eyes released,

filling what’s left in my desires empty.

Hot tears covering the body cursing me,

so cold my soul sickening the darkest hour.

Finding solitude without being alone facing myself,

what have I done ask I ask myself before I drown.

Imparted within a reach made my heart denies,

letting fear consume what was already full in pain.

I have fallen away in what little room left broken in my soul,

bathed in the solace of anguish comforting I suffer.

Nothing I can say now when words are vacant inside,

flooding my existence I close my eyes to embrace this end.

One last breath to endure, one last call of the wicked,

pulling me into what dreams would see as life.













Johnny Newell