From Nothing, to Nothing

Perhaps this heaviness I feel just comes from the culmination of everything bad that’s happened in life.

And I let it build and build
until it fills my heart and my lungs,
     until it stains the walls of my organs,
          until it solidifies in my throat

and I cry the tears that wash it all away. Crying
is like a thunderstorm:
the built up friction, the sobbing sky,

the peace.
The ten tons of lead I’ve been carrying
evaporate. The monochrome fog lifts.

I sit still and bury an ugly face
into my jacket sleeves

while lead fills me up again from the inside. 
God, I can’t even breathe.