Pouring

I've picked up the habit
of crying,
of tears with pain
knowing I'm not lying

Not complacent
in my gains,
though slowly
but surely dying

The world outside
no stoppage can break
Knowing that
I can die and tomorrow
someone can live in my
wake

I seek to better
what my living
withholds

I see now the barriers
that are mine alone
to break

I know no longer
any hurt that doesn't heal
or of any pain
that hasn't led me to remain

Ones that don't dissolve
but turn vintage through tears
Ones that smell of
distance are now
shimmering light

No longer wrying in
my pain
My agony is through
the life of those
who are quiet,
quieter than
the remains of the day

Unheralding under inane
promiscuities libeled
to their make

Aimless wanderers
Where do you go?
Where is your creed?

My shallow pain hurts
still in this defunct
junction that drives my uproar

Your voice, that is sonorous
coupled with the solitude
that's been growing forevermore

I disband a pledge
to my each and every regret
ensure you don't come
back for me, to me in my thoughts

For greater good
and trailing past
I've held questions that
I never did ask

And answers that have
kept me coming back for more
You still with me
in my dreams

For all my reasons
For all my gains
For you, a million times over

I'd embrace crying
without sensing rationality
for or against living in vain

Step outside and
look at the gallant sky
Think of me and when you
do I know it'll pour for me too...