A single tear,
Rolls down the contour of his cheek.
Not knowing its origin ,
Other than that it had slipped from the duct.
Was this sadness?was it the beginning or an end?
He didn't know,nor did he want to dwell on it.
Attempting to fix the mind firmly on nothingness,
Assimilating thought processes to the black hole that stole his joy,his heart,his everything.
Focusing on the breeze rustling leaves,
Imagining the sound of a shaken soul.
Stolen by the thoughts he wished to escape,
Truely he was his own worst tormentor.
This was to be another day abscent of being free,
Trapped in a vessel that only serves to bring itself pain.