To my tears for not letting me think

Leaving thoughts behind with every blink

The emotion will pass but the facts still remain

I cry about nothing, so it seems, I’m insane

The reasons for tears get lost as they flow

But amid later clarity, the doubts seem to grow

Or they don’t grow, they are simply unchanged

Though I feel as though tears should wash them away

The cause of the tears is not pure emotion

There’s reasoning here, which leaves me with a notion:

Crying doesn’t cure the ailment, it only treats the symptom

To tears stealing my thoughts, for I am their victim

 

To words for not bringing my thoughts back

Although words are wanting; they always tend to lack

It’s alright, then, for my thoughts to be taken by tears

For the words that try to express them are the root of my fears

To articulate an emotion is to express a feeling,

Like trying to recite laughter, it’s not truly revealing

It’s like translating a dance or transcribing a sensation

To tears stealing my thoughts, for it saves me from frustration

 

Then what does that leave? In the concurrent absence

Of thoughts and words to express them, it leaves me with no essence

Emotions and feelings and thoughts stored away

Words existing but useless, leave my mind to decay

 

So, to tears for stealing my thoughts, leaving me nothing to say

And to words for being useless either way

 

From me