A drop slowly rolls, Leaving a moist trail across my cheek, Farther and farther it falls, Until it leaves a salty taste on my quivering lip. It is followed by another, Exactly like the first, Soon a storm of drops, Are uncontrollably crashing down. I clench my eyes closed, Squeezing as tight as the 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 stone floor. It's a warm day, a welcome break from the cold. But I sit alone and weep. -Amy

Desperation