Drenched in sorrow,
the mind awaits
for shelter,
in the rain.
Tear from raindrop
unknown
to all except
the weeper.
Why cry why mourn
why brood over that's gone.
All well said
well phrased.
Analyses and reasoning
all from
the outer ring
where firm stands the ground
the stance
practical and objective.
But the center
makes way,
for the mind to sink lower.
No grasp, no hold
foundation sinking
complete surrender
to emotional quicksand.
