Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

The only difference is the days

I only felt like tears
And so they fell, a storm
Of human emotion.
I've fallen down a crevasse,
Small enough for only me.
I'm trapped in a well
And the raindrops are falling
Up over my head.
But is it the rain or
My salty tears?
I'm tired of second-guessing
My meager emotions.
I'm tired of awakening
In the morning with
Blind notions that
I may be happy today,
But thunderclouds settle
Above me and rain down
Some anger, sadness, pain.
Days are all the same.
Same sorrow.
Same false ideas.
Same tears.
The only difference is the days.

May 24, 2004

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