The Final Tear

This very second passes his
penniless cheeks, he grins;
The salty waters erodes his
unintimidated cheeks, he forecasts;
An immediate interconnection merges
amid his heart and his thoughts.
The quandary lurches from
one disaster to another.

This very micro-second he sees
the lands of his sorrows.
He’s a passenger in this train
on it departure to nowhere.
He’s a patron in this fruitless
journey,
“I’ll fly above them all”, he persists.

The permanent river of tears has filled the
assigned bucket on his forth, he’s
a tears veteran.
“Here comes, I can see…” he fails to grab.
His swelling heart is on the verge of
losing it endurance.

One night, one day passes.
One second, one minute passes.
He cries the ocean.

It was the final tear.
This very second he laughs until
the jaw at the edge of his mouth is exhibited.
The bypassers speculate, now they seek.
Because it was the final tear.