Sorrow's last breath...

hard to breathe- sad.
hard to sleep- sad.

the kind that makes your muscles heavy from the inside-out.
the kind that makes you mutter ’so what’ to yourself.

the kind you know will pass eventually.
a sorrow leaking from those recent cracks
deep inside you.

trickling through you and pooling in your soft recesses.

taking with it those memories that make burn
and softening the edges of your weary bones.

a sorrow winding through you,
pulling you along with it
and sometimes succeeding.

the kind you know will pass eventually.
you know it will.

it has to.
there is no more room left for it inside you.