The tears

The tears in my eyes,
worsen every minute,
in this dark hour,
restless and loneliness,
pierce my heart.

The remains,
of this weak heart,
only have hope,
patience is all it possesses.

The tears run down again,
reality is always hard,
it breaks what we have today,
can't mould like a clay.

My pain is unbound,
face flushed & tired,
the dark remains,
the unknown corners,
this lonely night,
and my broken heart,
makes a bitter sweet symphony.