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Tears of nothing....
As the taste of salt seasons my very parched lips,
Drops of clear liquid chase repeatedly one after another.
This wasn’t supposed to be written in today’s scripts,
Tears of nothing running down the cheeks of this mother.

My mind doesn’t understand this physical reaction
When nothing has appeared so drastic in my mind.
Now I am writing trying to find a answer in this redaction
But I can’t see or feel my thoughts as if I’m blind.

Am I simply flooded in the head with seas and oceans
Of tears that are leaking out nowhere to be stored?
Is it because I have tried to defy my natural emotions,
I am no longer am capable of tears being hoard?

As I purse my lips laced with the taste of saltiness
I reminisce for a bit, closing my grey colour eyes.
Did I shed tears of silence when my life of faultiness
Encroached into my mind, in chameleon like disguise?

If so, let the tears of nothing flow from my sockets,
For perhaps they are tears of joy unable to be held back.
Maybe I'm on the right path, no longer hands in pockets,
No longer letting myself be treated like a sad worn sack.

Oh yes, I’ve been down the Devil’s well worn tricky path,
One that I trudged many journeys for many dark years.
So why have my eyes filled like having water in a bath
If my future is bright not one that should be full of tears.

©EKEllis