Man in his arrogance seems to think that he's the only one to shed tears, to feel, ignoring that he's only a little speck in a much greater picture, where tears aren't a man's exclusivity.

Walking feet with blisters,
moving,
don’t know the meaning of stop,
panic,
panic taking over all ten toes,
trying,
to run faster and away,
nobody,
can escape “that” warden,
thoughts.

Man in motion going nowhere,
exhaustion,
he weeps tears of utter absentia,
alone,
remembering passing by so many,
loves,
couldn’t tell if any of them for him,
was,
blisters covering a heart that never,
loved.

The mountain gave with painful birth
a rock,
and in that desolate silence the man
will stop,
since he had no heard that sad crying
before,
man suffering solitude…the only one
is not,
if you listen, you will hear “that” crying
from a rock.