Don't cry.

My cries are horrible things
much more like convulsions than anything else
They come and they go
They ebb and they flow
And I hope to hide them forever.

Carrying pain, these shrill sounds
only serve to push
all that I'd pull.
These vibrations wash all
and wound all.

Cutting heartstrings
left and right like loveless tailors;
what was anchored begins to drift,
settled to shift away.

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Great use of metaphors here.
Again, heart breaking read. I feel your pain.
Beautifully written, very powerful emotions.

[RFDIII]

Thank you so much, friend. I find the brevity of it is almost like a sucker punch. It's quick, over fast, and you feel a little worse afterwards.