..Nameless..

Sick and tired as i turn my eyes,

and towars that icy mirror do I stare,

nothing but thoughts of pity infinite,

I see them drop through those streaming eyes.

My search for a reason as it begins,

digging through every turn and curve,

I see nothing to solace my strife,

as i see those salty drops,drop down from those brown eyes.

I never knew how deep that reason lay,

but i know something that i want to say,

my life to me seems a pointless struggle,

as i battle those tidal waves.

I only wish that this day would draw,

to a close so deep and silent,

that as my ashes lie in my grave,

not even the sweeper above knows,who stays.