Drop from my eyes, like silent dew of sorrow,
Tears, the spoken words of a wordless soul,
In their descent, my pain they deftly borrow,
To tell a tale of anguish, uncontrolled.
Each glistening bead reveals a world unseen,
A prism reflecting shades of deepest woe,
Where heart’s lament dances with somber sheen,
And whispered echoes of despair ebb and flow.
In tear-stained verses, secrets are unbound,
Unveiling truths that language cannot bear,
The wellspring of my grief, profound and profound,
In pools of liquid pain, unburdened, share.
For when words falter, tears become my voice,
Their language speaks what words cannot rejoice.
