Tears

Tears,
Welling in my eyes,
Feeling it stung on my eyelids,
Coursing down my heart and soul,
The ache somehow still crushing unceasingly,
Desperation almost writing themselves around my face,
Sense of grievance lingering thoroughly,
Letting emotions ruled my senses,
My,
Strenuous mask crumbling abruptly,
Revealing that I'm emotionally fragile,
Enveloping the broken heart with the indescribable solitude,
Living always in this void dimension,
Resembling marooned at an isolated place,
Which out of anticipation that would be my locality,
Anyhow,
Wishing there was always one stood for me,
Lending one’s warm palm,
As a gain for balancing my hurt soul,
Much indebtedness utterly owning by “one”,
Alas it's proving futile,
As,
There's always no one knew the better of me,
Which I wished almost for a millennium.