With every single, came many more
Since that line I sketched faded,
with every tear drop my eyes wore!

They would bring the calm
They would bring me the peace I thought
but the diminishing line could give me nothing
Only pain and more agitation it bought

Just as my paint vanished
So did the tears
Drought is what I awaited
For me, that only, was what my fate hath!

Just then,
Did my heart skip a beat and asked
What new puddle did they all form?
Trickling down the same path!