The lacrimals

 My lacrimals are over working

Keep on flowing As if 

I don’t have any control over them

The blue white eye bed

More often becomes red

Burn as the memories are 

Set on fire

An unknown nerve 

Pulsates with every heartbeat

Brining back an old headache 

Which isn’t relieved with 

Any medication or sleep and

Nothing brings on the sleep

Cause as soon as it’s bed time

My lacrimals start over working 

They fill up and flow endlessly

Like a river 

Going away from 

It’s ocean.