Catharsis

This moment is a dew

Fresh, sparkling alive
Yet brief in life

Its in amity

With my watery eyes
Trickling down fearfully
Pricking like nettles

Each tear a prism
Refracting tales of its own
Hoping to seize (or cease)
The dew

Their interplay
The time mocks at
"I am in fetters"
Creating a stagnant pool

The Dew in a disguise?

I know not what to feel
what to write
The coagulated pool waits
For me to take a dive

So, is a choked throat
Better than watery eyes?
Alas! Only time can tell
When it moves.