Troubed Poem by Kate Lechoe

At times, tears can cleanse
But it recurs more than ones
The heart inflates it
The mind reloads it
My smile fades away
Hot and bitter tears flow.

Every time I erase
A mark always remains.
Can I find a perfect eraser?
Can I make it cleaner?
The tear glands are becoming dry
Hence, finding more reasons to pray

My expected comforter,
Has turned away sooner
Resulting to more pain,
My system getting pale
Where can I get happiness?
How can I end my helplessness?