tears invade my unwilling eyes
attempting mutiny, a coup de main
as though my self-torture hasn't
been enough to compensate.
they persist in making sepia
streaks down my worn face,
slowly forcing my mask to
drip off of my chin, landing;
splattering onto my knees.
alma mater echoes my deafened ears
listening to it would force my confession
i don’t where to turn or where the future
will take me. consternation thrives
at the heart of the unknown.
03 June 1998