You dont know it,
but sometimes when I explode at you
or am outraged by everything you say,
In truth I am entirely heartbroken.
On this brink of everything I know I can gain a tearful as I sit here alone
but stop short due to my need to be stronger.
If you were now to capture the image of my misery
in the framework of your mind
or see how this builds up inside
then at most you would know nothing
of the grief that I must endure now that we are separated.
For mine is a sadness
no experience,
no measure,
no words,
could ever degrade into reality by virtue of degree.
