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...