Tear Drenched Poem

These tears wont’ drench every purpose of my being
They just smudge the words n’ wipe them unwritten
Neither they clog, every thought and every feeling
They just muzzle their sounds n’ make them inaudible

But in the muddled pool that gathers all my seepage
N’ drops of salt water, ink and discharged mucus
Lay the unwritten and the invisible meaning
And the little shreds washed of my hollow being

Count Opinoid