the forecast called for rain today.

clumsy eyes,
heavy with weight
and tired with time,
haphazardly waver to and fro.

they dart:
side to side, up and down, forwards and back.
they search:
everywhere, anywhere, nowhere at all.
and they stumble.
unable to fight gravity's will,
they fall,
dropping loaded baggage and loaded words
across her pretty portrait of a face.

downpour.
unstoppable downpour,
unnecessary downpour,
fell from the eyes that had seen too much of some things
and too little of others.

the ink smears, marring her vision.
the breathing shakes, amplifying her thoughts.
the body trembles, testing her heart,
resulting in a loss of control.
motor skills: compromised.
dignity: nonexistant.
she is gone.
lost behind the curtain
of a regret towards tne past,
and a fear of the future,
she is paralyzed.
stationary
but for the outward heaves
and gasping breaths of inward thoughts,
locked in that prison of a mind,
by that demon of a habit,
she is gone.