this poem sux!

[post transcribed from a paper journal]

As I wipe the frozen tears from my eyes,
I remember the reason that I cried.
No reason at all; No who and no why.
I find that somehow there’s a tear in my eye.

Sometimes no feeling there is to be had,
My tears don’t depend on my happy or sad.

Psst…! this poem sux!

My brain seems to be bogged down with thoughts and ideas, and the part of my mind that does poetry seems to be getting the short end of the stick. Perhaps some other time would be better.

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