Tears Poem by Alice Kwan

The cloak of water covering the eyes,
The blurring of vision.
The clear cloak breaks and rolls,
Warm, but uncomforting drops run their course
Red and puffy the eyes become a transport.
They remove sadness and pain,
wahing them out of the body in water form.
Sometimes it is said it helps to cry,
But for me the pain and wretching sadness never leaves,
and the tears will stop
but a clear cloak will always cover my eyes.