when the ones who matter fail to spot you...
and a deafening silence looms..
when the wind seems to ignore you...
you sit there marooned...

a million thoughts flood the inside...
countering the loneliness around...
painful tears, your sole companions..
consoling you to a realm beyond...

beads of water flow down from the eye...
trudging weary on the barren cheeks...
gently hold a bead on your palms...
it shines like a silvery streak...

wanting an explanation from the almighty..
you look above to the blood red sky...
a shrill voice shatters the silence..
'he who values his tears, is no different than I'