Those nights

There are days, but mostly nights
Where I just feel so damaged and out of fight.
When I feel as if every last piece of me
Is broken beyond repair and it’s too dark to see.

Nights when the tears flow like a river down a mountain,
Like the rain in the middle of a storm, like water from a fountain.
When they sting my cheek and burn through my soul,
And they mar the flesh and suck in good like a giant black hole.

Nights when nothing in my life feels quite right,
Like watching the disappearing glow of a lover’s tail lights.
Lonely, like the last crumb of dinner on a dirty plate,
Too meaningless, tasteless, and foreign to hold much weight.