Umm...nothing to say, I was depressed
A single teardrop
Escapes the confines of my weary, bloodshot eyes
Falling with all the gravity
Of my conflicting feelings.
It may seem small and insignificant,
A mere occurrence, that may happen again
And has certainly happened before;
But this lost tear means a lot to me.
For it contains memories;
Of times come and gone
Some are happy, some otherwise,
Nevertheless, all are precious to me.
It contains emotions;
A whirlwind of them
But ask me not to share them with you
For they are complex, and more complex than that word;
Beyond the confines of human expressions.
They can only be expressed
Through my tears.
It contains my perseverance;
A time when determination seemed to work
When I wanted to be the best,
And the goal seemed within my reach;
I know better now.
That was a time long ago.
So you see,
That falling tear
Is not just a trickle
But a part of me,
Expressing my inner self
Much better than this poem does.