Aimless

What can I do
to forget I miss you.
No one has an answer;
Not these books nor this brain,
not even the stars of the sky.
To say my tears fall like rain
is but cliche drama,
for they do not fall at all.
They just build up pressure
underneath my eye lid,
like a migraine for the iris
soon to be blind.
Maybe that is my answer,
to be blind
and shoot aimless arrows
at nothing,
as to forget my present troubles.
Now all I see is darkness
and all my worries are lost in it
and I wonder what else lurks out there.