Is there a last tear

Is there a last tear

Has it already been shed

In the overflow

From an endless supply

A bottomless pool

At the world’s end

Are you afraid

The next one might be the one

To break you

Send you tumbling

Over the edge

Into the darkness

Where the real fear lies

Lurking in the void

Waiting to consume

The contents

Of your soul

It is unlikely to be so

Literal

There is no logical

Explanation

For the belief

Even of a metaphor

When it makes

So little sense

But still you never know

With an emotional

Free flow

Creaking defences

Will be swamped

You will be swept up

In the undertow

One small tear

Might be all that it will take

To begin

So, let it go.