An
Acid Rain Of Tears
It’s
so demeaning to be rendered helpless like this.
The best of your efforts to comfort all the people you can, and the
skills you’ve attained, just don’t matter, now.
Consolation has proved to be fruitless, and comfort has been offered, to
no avail. And now the poor thing is
cleansing the earth, pouring her emotions out for anyone to see, because she
can’t hold them in, anymore. They’ve
burned through her, and spill out on the ground, with nothing to stop them,
except the passing of time. You’ve
nothing to stop them, and they gush onto the ground, and begin to seep into
yourself, as well. Her wretched form
convulses with pain, and loss, and a rising fear of the future, as she purifies
the earth with an acid rain of tears.
You
wish that the very last thing you could think of was the word “pathetic”—you wish
with the very fiber of your being—but it’s the only applicable word. What other word is there, for pure, unadulterated suffering? It’s pathetic, and appalling, and you can’t
do a thing about it. Anger wells up
inside you, at the thing that caused this suffering; wells up inside you with a
speed previously unknown to you. Vengeance
is quickly vowed, and will soon be carried out.
And anger
settles just as quickly as it rose.
There’s nothing that you can do. You
don’t know what it is that caused this suffering, and this is a necessary
process of life. It’s always tension,
and release. This tension has been
building up, for quite some time. And
now she’s letting go. She’ll be happy
tomorrow; that’s always how things work.
In the
meantime, though, her emotionally crippled form cleanses the earth, and pain burns
her flesh, and yours. The wails of
despair pierce your helpless ears, and leave you alone, awash in an acid sea of
tears. The storm rages
on, sweeping you both up in the midst.
You both suffer equally.
But
you suffer for her.