Tears
streak down his face
Drowning the window to the soul
Collapsing
to his knee's
In this silent surrender
Grabbing the dirt in
his hands
Letting it slip through his fingers
He imagines this
is how he is
To the wide world
The dirt on peoples
shoes
Stamped on by many
Ignored by most
Always stuck on the
ground
Do I not feel like you? He screams.
Am I not alive?
I have a soul.
The blurs walk on by.
As the tears streak down
his face.
He wants to drown in his tears
but not even fate
is good enough to do that
He sits in his world
Alone
As
he sits on the ground
He thinks how easy it would be
To end
the tears
End the pain.
But thats not what tears are
for
Tears create new beginnings
He sticks out his hand
For
fate to pick him up again
As the tears streak down his face.