Desperation

A drop slowly rolls,
Leaving a moist trail across my cheek 
Farther and farther it falls,
Ending in salty taste on my quivering lip.

It is followed by another,
Exactly like the first.
And soon a storm of drops,
Are uncontrollably crashing down.

I clench my eyes closed.
Squeezing as tight as the tiny muscles will allow,
Creating an outbreak of wrinkles.

Failed, my attempts have failed!
I can't even control the water from my eyes.

Filled with desperation,
And overcome with the weight of my tears,
I slump to the hard, cold floor.

It's a warm day, a welcome break from the cold...
But I sit alone and weep.

By A.S.