EMOTIONS

emotions cant be simply figured out

cant be understood cant be told about

these damned thoughts simply get deeply latched

and always an unknown plot is hatched

these figments of mind 

are not always kind

they dawdle your time

and play a nasty mime

the shrewd ones being almost up on guard
to fling you endlessly in a cruel game of cards
the weakening of self,and no one to help
adds more to the wounds
such are these nasty hounds

no matter what we have to live with these
for these can never leave us alone
the memories bitter sweet will linger in these nostalgic forms
which will only leave us when from this earth we are gone