I Wander

I wander endlessly through the night my eyes filled with flowing droplets. And yet, I still wander. Step by step I drift to a place, A place where the wind is a simple breeze, A place where the sounds are intensified, A place where all is unmoving, A place where I am all that cries. My sobs fill the air. And I pray not anyone hears. For if they hear they shall worry And I am not to be a bother. I am one to comfort. I am not one to be comforted. I place myself below the dirt, Below the smallest ants, Below the scum of the earth Below the entirety. But even the smallest of bugs cry. And I am as small as a fly.