the salt forms a trail
down my cheek
with every dolent wail
and weep of sorrow

i trudge through the vale
where the sun vanished
and the clouds begin to hail
buckets over me

my skin drops on the celsius scale
as the tip of my nose loses feeling
the way my heart became frail
with each aching heartbeat

each step is a travail
as my feet almost fly
from the immense gale
that brush me backward