Sorrowful Tears

The clock ticked quietly in the empty room
I, with a dimly lit candle in my hand,
skim across the area.
There was nobody but I in that place.
I guess, in a way, that was a good thing.

Murmurs of the chatty could be heard from outside.
Looking at them, I tightened my grip,
I don't know what to do.
These feelings of loneliness are enveloping me
into eternal darkness.

Quietly, with the resonation of a mourning bird,
I cry out my singing voice to the world.
Clutching my heart, flinching as the wires of sorrow
tighten around my weeping soul.

Deep down, deep down this spacious building,
I hear the faint sounds of someone's bleating.
Perhaps, maybe, I think, perhaps it was
someone like me.

As it turns out, I was right;
there kneels a frail girl,
covered in flowing tears.
When I speak up, asking for what was bothering her,
the girl looks up and whispers
"No one likes me anymore."

Quietly, with the resonation of a mourning bird,
she cries out her singing voice to the world.
Touched, swept over by the sorrow I so well understood,
pull the poor girl into a weeping embrace.

"This world can be cruel."

Softly, gently, I talk with the girl.
"Where are your parents?" I finally, and, reluctantly murmur.
The girl only looks at me with big hopeless eyes.
And to me, she whispers
"They're not here."

Quietly (but louder) with the resonation of a mourning bird,
I listen with horror as the girl chokes in her tears.
The girl, kneeling before me, in her endless pool of despair,
reveals she is a spirit of an erased and cursed existence.

Quietly (but even louder) with the resonation of a mourning bird,
I ask if it was true she came here by her forbidden will.
But not yet, not yet, yet that frail girl has to fade.
Could it be, no way, because-
"Goodbye," her regretful words spill.

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