Hope

My eye
twitches, itches
And I wonder why
Perhaps a speck of dust,
Lost.
Lonely.
Wandering
in the gloom
Far from home,
Saw solace in the dark gleam
of my wet eye.
Perhaps the black ray
that lines my eye
Smudged,
Used
Rejected
And pushed away by these bitter drops
Yearns to return to its fleeting haven.
Then a finger
reaches:
Wipes out the hope, the tears
And the path back home.