I am at the point <br />Where I can absorb no more. <br /> <br />You can only get so rain-soaked <br />And then rain-soaked no more. <br /> <br />Like a slug, sliding across the floor, <br />I leave a slimy trail, like fingerprints, <br />Wherever I go, <br /> <br />Bleeding my lifeblood, <br />I wear the hematomas like a shroud. <br /> <br />The body can only take so much pain <br />before the bones break, the marrow spills out <br />and the face becomes twisted, wrung... <br /> <br />An old, sunken in, sponge. <br /> <br />Stepping out of the shower, upto a fogged mirror <br />Where my face is no longer visible. <br /> <br />I am saturated with heartbreak <br />And at the dewpoint of its breakdown.<br /><br />John Tansey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dewpoint-final-couplet-is-the-poems-kernel/
