Stating the Obvious

There is an empty hole made in the ground
where tears fall in a futile effort to fill it
and bring me into existence
one drop at a time.
But it is useless, the hole screams.
the blueprints have long been forgotten,
it has disintegrated in the natural order of things,
something to do with biodegradability,
and the memories aren't there any more.
what's the use of futile tears?
they have no reason,
if anyone asks.
they just prove that i am descending into madness,
one step at a time.
the staircase might be long and winding,
and a black hole gapes at the bottom,
where steps might not exist.
But I'm getting there.