A river of blood tears mingled
Flows quickly salty and warm.
The undercurrent grips me,
Nags at my flesh.
I cannot reach it,
I can only gaze into it:
A mirror
But shifting and changing
Mingling emotion
As though in a bitter dream.

Just a little poem I wrote for how I feel after reading today--stems from the loneliness I am feeling right now--my family is on vacation and I had to stay home for work. No big deal, really, I just wanted to express the feeling.