Sadness warps my eyes
and all I see are tears
from the inside.

Where are the words
to make them shine?

I always cry in words.
So where are the words to relieve my eyes?
Where are my weepmenottears?

Where are my weepmenottears?

Words are my teardrops.
So what then are these great dry chunks
falling so heavily onto the floor?

Change is coming.
Visions of awfulness appear.