The wind howls as loud as a crying wolf, as I walked down the motionless and dark road.

The dark sky promised tears as it began to pour down onto my existing being.

I watched helplessly as the charcoal black road darkened to a nightmarish shade of black.

The wind current suddenly started roaring, speeding to a deathly speed, and howled as it started lashing out at me.

I screamed and cried as loud and hard as I could for this hell and madness to end, but of course, nobody could hear my helpless pleas and cries. As I came to realize this, I sorrowfully sunk to my knees onto the rough charcoal and tar road as my very soul and spirit shattered.

The wind currents and the violence suddenly came to a slow and eventually to a complete stop.

"I'm sorry, for your spirit and soul cannot be saved little one," the wind suddenly whispered. Then a soft breeze came in as if acting as a loving embrace and comfort.

I then noticed something vaguely different about me. The rain dripped and tainted my skin, now, I cannot feel the enjoyable substance.

I suddenly realized, the wind, the pouring rain, the charcoal road. It was not a dream as I thought it would be. It was a reality. My cold, dark, lonely, and miserable reality. This is the reality of how I reflect my emotions. Pain, fear, sorrow, misery, and loneliness.

Suddenly, the road divided itself into a hole, and I fell in to my sorrow, my fear, and my loneliness.

I
Let
The
Essence
Of my
Pain and fear
Roll down my face
In something known
As a
Tear.