Life of a loner

Listen,
To the noise he makes when he speaketh not
The silence breaking noise or noise breaking silence he speaks but to no one
His voice never heard when he tears into a silent cry

Look,
The tears rolling down his cheek bone like streams running from a well,
Well,
he is just a loner with no shoulder to cry on
his eyes like a fountain that never goes dry
his skin torn and fresh cuts easily noticed when one passes by

His chest dancing to the beat his heart makes
His head weighing heavy with emotions and unshared ideas,
on his neck as it hangs towards the ground, as if counting stars,
but how do you count stars in the ground?

The life of a loner