Brooder

Droplets of salty liquid fall from his eyes unto the carpeted floor
His face in his hands, elbow to knee
Leaning over on his unmade bed
Good thing he remembered to lock the door
Otherwise his tears would not be so free
His sheets were rustled
His pillow thrown onto the floor
In the fit of slumber
He could sleep no more
CD blasted
Full force
Stay with him, let him know
He needs you, let yourself show
Things were beginning to look good
Again the darkness grew
Now he doesn’t know if he truly understood
He’s not sure he knows what he knew
He broods