Dried Streams

Break up comes with consequences like bad nights terrorized by unacceptable truth and degradation of self respect, and haunting questions

And it was no different tonight

That soulful yet poisonous sight

Degrading me and once loving beats

Makin me think again

How bad was I or I am

Losing myself, to the dilemma

Pounding aches

With the halting shrieks

My dead body responds

With the thumping peaks

Drops sidle and flowing retrace

Again,morning will rise with

Those dried streams 

Unerased, Untouched

By expected hands