There Is Nothing

Those tear ducts broke
A flood came out
There was no soul in whom I could confide
The thoughts I held
In your nightmares dwelled
And they crushed me like the incoming tide
That unnameable pain
That incurable longing for something
But there is nothing
Mother did crawl
To the garden wall
And a thorn tore a hole in her side
Slowly she bled
Then the green grass stained red
And I crawled down her throat for to hide
That unnameable pain
That incurable longing for something
But there is nothing