Ink Blot

Upwards i look
and i see nothing
but pitch-blackness
no glittering stars
no shining crescent moon
just an overcast sky






Then it began raining again
drop by drop, splatter by splatter
descending thorugh my face,
to my nose, to my lips
and i tasted its
bitterness,
sorrows and
miseries






And i realized
it was my tears
it was my own...