deflated Shallow Depths Deflated You sit under sallow skies, A pool of purple water collects in your palm. I ask you to stand back And compare your troubles to the infinity That is the complexity Of a weeping child’s mind. Still, you are seated Your soul has been punctured And hung like a wet rag On a forgotten line. I smile a smile, Which once hinted at consolation. Now you are closed; A daisy in constant darkness. 030509 what's it to you? who go blather from