I've been thinking...

I don’t know why it sometimes rains,
But I know where the water drains;
It fills my soul, good and deep,
And with the rain, I do weep.

But, as it fills, I forget to feel;
I fear the day it breaks the seal
I stare deep upon the endless wake,
But my tears are lost, my anguish fake.

Through it, I can see the future,
The wounds of time, begin to suture.
I feel like I’m betraying her,
Because my tears are not astir.
Can I even see her face,
When I close my eyes, and perceive that place?
Where her body lay a mess,
The site that caused me so much stress.

As I pace around the trees,
I start to fold right at the knees;
“The pond will soon be completely full,
But I have lost my mournful pull.”
I turned my back, but it kept rising,
The water rushing, my soul capsizing.
I hated that I couldn’t cry,
“Had I let my emotions die?”

But as my hand had touched the door,
A tear had fallen, then one more.
My tears returned, so did my pain.
I was determined, to let it rain.

-Gerald A. Dinkel (He just says things.)

http://sardonicconnection.blogspot.com/2008/01/16-empty-well.html