Tears

The sounds of tears falling on the desktop intermingle with the rain tapping on the window and are disguised as they vanish without witness. Salty rings left behind barely noticeable ache of the emotion once theirs that still belongs to the giver. Little have they done to relieve the pain that spawned their short sad life to which more will fall in vain to fade away again and again.

The illustration of anguish seems to be the only purpose of the quiet gesture in a symbolic attempt to cleanse the psyche and mend the soul, but the catharsis never arrives sending the tears to their death unfulfilled.

When will a smile replace the swollen eyes that bear a countless number of meaningless drops that are given as a sacrifice for the tortured mind?