Barren Deserts

Surrendering to the insistent yearning to cry is hard to do, feelings are still bottled up inside, tears come to my eyes, finding small corners to hide away in. Strapped to a frayed existence, attempting in small ways to comply with the rest of the world and finding great difficulty in doing so. In a little space of environment, quietly sorrowful, with a heart beating it's rhythm in pain, because of the loss of a relative. Picking at the strings of inner life, music fills me melancholicly throughout the day and night. Cloudily my eyes mist over with every memory and thought,