Flowing stream from tired eyes-
travel down my face
and drip ever so slowly
-into my reality.
Blurring my vision,
I can no longer see the road ahead;
obstructed future, winding path.
Distraught hope and confusion.
I am lost in a world of teardrops.
I want to see,
yet I can't....
"Will someone help me?
Oh fallen tears!
Why doth thou flow?
Why can't you stop and
leaveth thine alone?
My eyes are tired
and I can't go on much longer..."
Cold and lonely hands
wipe the endless stream.
A poor soul waits for the sad river to run dry.
If...will it ever stop?...
