NEWs.

I cried
Until my eyes
Dried,
Then waited
For the rain
To supplement them.

I spoke
Until my throat
Broke,
Then stated
That the pain
Was incidental.

I slept
Until my rest
Kept,
And muttered
In my dreams
To all who’d listen,

Then rose
Until my old
Prose
Was uttered
To extremes
Of repetition.