Because I Need To

Fallen away.

Gone.

What was there

isn't anymore.

How it was

isn't anymore.

The rain falls softly.

The sharp taste of sobs

held back

in heaves of hidden sorrow.

The end of the clouds

is far away.

For now.

But winds change quickly.

Hurricane.

Tropical storm.

Simple rain clouds.

All fill the world with a dreary

haze

of gray and cool.

Pain

hidden well

beneath a baseball cap

and the feign of fatigue.

Weeping,

not only from pure sorrow,

but also from fear.

Crying to feel something

other

than confusion

or haste

or panic.

Crying

for the sake of pity.

Crying for the

joy of pain,

for the comfort

of sadness.

Tears just because

I need to.