A/N: Another one. I do not know whether this one really fits the feeling I am trying to convey or not, but it was inspired by sentence from Tristan the Dreamers fic Chemical Analysis (go read that as soon as you finish this poem) in which she compares depressed Holmes to a cat on wet grass. Do enjoy!
Pain is loudest in its silence.
In an empty room the strangled sobs reverberate.
The soul feels empty,
And the pangs are deafening.
There is a familiar presence in the room.
A warm embrace,
Free flowing tears,
He's still alone and afraid.
Like a cat on wet grass,
The moment you think you've found balance,
Another spot,
Wet with previous tears,
Brings you falling again.
And again and again.
Why?
His whole being radiates strength,
And just when he begins to believe it,
Someone tries to get close,
And it's gone.
The fragile strength fades.
The dark my come before the dawn,
But the only reassurance drawn from that
Is that the dark will come once again,
And he fades into obscurity.