me, the messy

there would come a time when
frozen windows turn to waterfalls
the words for apology cease to be said
linger in darkness inside the head
for barricades of lumps and sobs
hinder the echoes of sorrow, of regret
water keeps falling unmanned, with no dams
it stings through closed windows, now broken
it's shards had pierced another
i've cause the wounds, the pain, the bleeding
and for that a suffering of tenfold