Waves

When I cry I shall summon the waves in my
heart to pour out through my eyes and the
pain that encompasses my soul shall flow out
with the waves of suffering. The waves pour
out until no water remains in my heart for
it to live. It throbs and slowly dies, for
a heart cannot live without substance to
sustain its existance. The waters that seep
are full of anguish, pain, and confusion.
Years will do this to a heart. When I
finishing crying I will no longer feel the
pain because there will be only a hollow
shell. This shell stays and has no purpose
but to maybe one day replenish itself from
the substance shared with it by another
heart. I hope one day my heart will revive
itself... until then. My empty heart and
soul sit in wait. One day the waves will
return.