by Anthony Custodio-Pena ’26
One drop, one single torrent of water that lasts for a second,
That’s all it takes, so simple, so small, yet why this feeling,
My body feels like its on fire yet my cheeks feel moist,
My mind is at ease and thoughts are clear, no physical pain nor mental stress.
So why do these tears fall out of sight,
No vision, only water, no voice of comfort, only the comfort of silence and air, Are thou not at peace, peaceful silence for
the hectic lifestyle, a moment of rest, Yet these tears don’t make sense,
Was thou not happy, was I not happy, I was at a time, however not sad now.
Are these tears that of guilt or just my delusion,
No crime was committed, while my brain was realistic,
Do these tears mean nothing, are they as hollow in sentiment as they are with air, I love this world and my life, yet these tears do fall.
They must have meaning but for some strange reason it’s too complex to understand, To main possibilities proven
wrong, too main roads take and not enough paths open, Restart, reset, begin anew, where the road takes does not
provide a valid answer, It’s mind numbing, they only answer is that of water, flowing, moving, growing.
Shrinking into a drop and splattered on a pillow,
As sentimental as it may seem, as empty of a void that tear may feel, it’s mine,
It’s thin too, it’s as important as the blood in human veins.
No water is worth that of eternal slumber.
