Tears roll around in my eyes
They come gushing out of the glands.
In response to compassionate cries,
These tears make no demands.
Only empathy releases the tensions.
Aversion in mind coming to the surface,
Crying for emotional reasons
They leave a stain on my face
When there is no one to hold.
And the nights are getting cold,
life looks much blurrier with destress
On grief struct-days, the blinking spreads.
Through the veins, to wash away the debris,
These tears are shed for comfort and rewards.