My eyes sting
As the drops of my toil fall
When you,
The nine-headed monster,
Chase me from behind
Your cold eyes stare, unfeeling, as you lumber after me.
I hide away in other universes
Evading your gaze,
But you always find me in the worst of ways.
One day, will you catch me?
And if you do, will you let me down gently?
Or will you throw me down,
Indifferent as you cast me below
Away from the golden heavens made of dreams
And into the abyss of unfulfilled glory
Indifferent from the cries issuing from your soul.
*Notes: Drawing by Jessica Chacon
