Cry

Sitting in silence,
Indirect appraisal.
See the strings of words in the sea of tears,
A thousand emotions unheard.

The little boy trails after the sunset,
Unsure of the purpose he pursues.
Knowing only that it feels right;
His love for all things beautiful.

Delusions;
The boy feels pathetic.
Yearns to be lonely no more,
Cries to the void of the night.