In the depths of weary nights, I find myself,
An exhausted vessel adrift in a sea of shadows.
A silent ache grips my soul, a weight upon my bones,
And I long for release, for solace unknown.
I stand on the precipice of tears,
Yet the tears refuse to flow.
They gather within, a torrent restrained,
Lost amidst the labyrinth of my weary mind.
What is it that I seek to weep for?
Is it the burden of countless days,
Spent in endless toil and weary labor?
Or perhaps the dreams, shattered like fragile glass?
I search the depths of my being,
Seeking the reason behind this sorrow\'s call.
But the wellspring of my tears remains elusive,
Hidden within the crevices of my worn-out heart.
Oh, how I yearn for the catharsis of tears,
To release the weight that rests upon my weary soul.
Yet, they elude me, like whispers in the wind,
Leaving me adrift in a sea of muted emotions.
For what is the source of my lament?
Is it the burdens of a world so vast,
That I, a mere mortal, struggle to bear?
Or the ache of unspoken words, left to wither and die?
I stand here, on the precipice of my emotions,
Yearning for the release that tears may bring.
But the reservoir within remains untapped,
Leaving me suspended in a state of restless longing.
So I stand here, in the stillness of the night,
Aching to cry, yet uncertain of the cause.
Exhausted and lost, I surrender to the unknown,
Hoping that someday, the tears will find their way home.