Look at this face
Contorted
Those veins mourn
For you, boy
Those tears
The only thing left of you that's
Real

Remember at ten
Curled in bed
The most torrential storm
In your head
The tears now like then,
The gasps for air,
The splayed fingers
On the wall
More feeling in
Those moments
Than a million others
Might ever see

Do not go under
Boy
Would you throw it all
To the sea
What power these tears
In the sea

A clarion this storm
Turn back
Your path
Was never here, the first
Was your way
Turn back, turn back
It is not late
This pain is not without
Purpose