The lone tear of my eye,
Shivers in loneliness,
Waiting to escape ,
the hidden deep crevices of my eyes.
It is too lonely ,
left behind, while others escaped
in hurry during the psychotic hurricane.
Now it is my prisoner.
I fear losing it as it is the only sign.
Only sign of my being alive and sane.
Only sign that I am still fertile,
Not just a long stretch of searing fallow land.