One tear

One tear in a crystal lake,
joined forever with the sorrow.
We become it,
and it becomes us,
flowing back
always flowing,
ebb and flow become the rhythm
that commands our hearts to beat
forever onward
And in our frozen
wintry minds,
we lack the strength
to lose ourselves from the pulling tide.

Numb and senseless hands,
that raise in futile movement
and then are dropped again.
We tear at ourselves,
indifferent to our pain,
knowing only panic
the need to flee.

Then we lie still,
and contemplate
The end of the endless cycle
The end of the tide
The end of the rhythm
that pulls our hearts along.
The end to our frozen,
sluggish thought,
turned over to eternity.