of the tendril

There are many drops
That have not fallen
And they cling on the edge
Of the tendril
Of tears still
Will u like to sip them
The solitude will accompany
The silent journey of theirs
And no echo will be heard
Will you still
Like to stay on course
When the light has abandoned this path
And I am not able to
Hold any hand
Any longer
Scaled palms can not comfort
You deserve better,
Go away, go away,
Go
Far away