Treatise of Emotion

I tried to put words to sorrow,

To describe its echoing absence.

I tried to paint a picture of it,

But what I did never made sense

I tried to form pain into meter,

And loneliness into rhyme,

I tried to add a plot with drama,

But I failed every time

I tried to weave love into a novel

And turn happiness into prose,

But each attempt fell short,

I wondered why...I hardly know

I tried to write an elegy to hate,

And a sermon to my anger,

But both are very much alive,

And their affects are never over

I wanted to tell a story of beauty,

To proclaim its very being to all,

But, as it seems, one cannot

Whilst looking out life's prison wall

Emotions cannot be written of.

They transcend the realm of words.

Love, pain, and hate are only felt,

Write of emotion? Oh, how absurd.