Upon the Flooding of Our House

Dreaming,
While the walls
Are weeping
the plethora of
Tears
repressed by pride.
Semi conscious while
wading in the deep end
of my feelings.
Fear
turns my
back on...
Pride wavering
Under the pressure
Of inconvenient
emotions.
When the clock
Won’t stop ticking,
the pages
Won’t stop turning,
regret
Won’t stop piling up
Under requirements
That stop
The natural flow
Of humanity.
Eyes closed
…Reason is forfeited
by levees
breaking…
as tears
Seep through
The walls
While I am sleeping.