All I Can Do Is Cry.

Sitting in the cold rain.

There's nothing left but pain.

 

Wondering of a lesser feeling.

But nothing is appealing.

 

Sniffling a little bit.

Wishing a bus would hit.

 

And all I can do is sigh.

And all I can do is cry.

Reviews

[Suditi]

Such a heart rendering piece.
The simplicity of these words makes the poem all the more powerful. Beautifully penned.

[beccagarcia]

Chey this is wonderfully written

[Bimash Budha]

Nicely put I can relate to this poem right now a little better. Thanks for sharing!

[Coyote Poetry]

Sometime all we can do is cry. Some pain must be released. Photo gave life to your poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Chesney W.]

Thank you for reading my work.