Mired in mirrors
once more
Spiralling doubt
Aching
might-have-beens
millions strong

In lucid eyes
tears form
Choking threats
brimming
Wash-me-aways
grow large

Stuck in moments
Mired in
defeatist self
Engulfing
inertia-ridden-pauses
suck me down

Sucked into
the mire

Stuck

Stuck

Stuck

Come
wash me away
you tears

Please
come
wash me away

Swelling

Swallowing

Come to wash
me away
Wash me away
Wash me away

Come tears

Please
wash me away

[from HeĮp Cenƚer’s prompt: A tear drop]