Still Standing...

Here I stand, all alone again

At the same place where I was left

In a room full of tears and broken dreams

All thrown like debris,

Stand all with all the crushed hopes.

Tears sparkling on the silvered tiles

Flowing continuously for someone who is away miles,

My face hidden by my hands

No courage to take a stand.

Clasp of rising smoke from the fumes

Settling me down as sand dunes

Falling under my own sky,

Too alone, I myself cannot listen my cry.

Thinking of yesterday's peace

Only chaos holds me close

I am all watered by teardrops.

Raising as high as winter crops.

Yet in the depths of

This emptiness and commotion

I come to realize that I spite of all,

I am still standing.