Blankets of grey
Position me in
An amethyst palace
Which is really my cavern of grief.

How doe one break free
Of platinum chains,
A jeweled and bedazzling

That crushes the wills
Of even daffodils and robins,
Of the whimpering stream
And the heaving mountain?

I beg the heavens
To save me,
To pardon the world
For its cruelty.
One day there will be
No blood in diamonds,
No tears in it at all.

Instead my eyes will shed
The purest drops,
The water from the unrelenting
That remembers how small humans really are.