A tear I am, upon the eye’s soft pane,
Existing now, a fragile, fleeting rain.
Tomorrow’s touch, a sorrow-stricken face,
I’ll crawl and weep, a tear without a trace,
Upon the lonely lap, a silent, cold embrace.
Or from the heart, where guilt and regret reside,
I’ll fall like mist, on barren lands inside,
Where sins take root, a somber, endless tide.
A tear I am, when pain within takes hold,
I flow away, a story to be told.
In deprivation’s realm, where hope lies low,
And helplessness and longing softly flow,
On sorrows born of no deserving plight,
I fall in vain, a tear in endless night.
Within the lonely forest, dark and deep,
On mountains of despair, where sorrows sleep,
On withered lives, and flowers long since dead,
I flow, a tear, a silent tear is shed.
A tear I am, when memories arise,
And ghosts of past unfold before my eyes.
From pages torn, where sighs and sobs reside,
And silent screams, a mournful, echoing tide,
They strike the heart, a poignant, bitter sting,
And tears erupt, a sorrowful outpouring.
A tear I am, forever flowing free,
A reflection of eternity.
The imagery in this poem is stunning. You’ve managed to capture the essence of sorrow and longing in a way that’s both heartbreaking and beautiful.