Last night, I cried.
Sighed, deep inside
Where pain can be found
Confined alive.
The stain of tears
Tore through my eyes.
Drained fluids
I never knew were mine.
Confused was I.
A man reduced,
A child.
Feeble;
Desperately needing people.
Feening for the touch
Of someone meaningful.
Left with each feeling
Each part of my heart
Was feeling null;
Void and unacceptable.
Yet so unavoidable.
So vulnerable,
Coiled in an informal pose.
Soiled from head to clothes.
Every wound was so exposed;
Open.
Yet so hard to show.
Hoping no one knows.
Or notices the stream
That steady flows;
Drenching the parch crevices
Of a soul defeated.
Shredded to pieces
And depleting.
Reaching for something
Fleeting and
Disappearing.
Yet so near it is
That I can hear it.
Screaming
With a harsh voice
Turned hoarse.
Forced to tap into
Emotions stored.
Trapped and marred.
Abandoned
By a train of heart
Charted off course
And lost.
That moment comes to us all, at some point. Be it expected or not.
All captured here, sorrow, despair, longing, emptiness.
The words drew me in from the first line, Images very real, and takes you smack, bang into the soul of a person who is at a very low ebb.
The ending held no resolve, more a realisation there are issues needing facing. Of course, I could be talking out of my arse (ooppss)
But I loved this as I do all your work.
What I have just read is a relection of your name Art. The flow is very smooth and the feeling of sadness and loneliness is strong and powerfully expressed. Good write.
Dammmnnn, this was deep. I felt that. Okay now I'm depressed. But yeah, I have been here, I have felt that low and lonely and depressed. One thing I have learned in life you must experience it all. To appreciate it All. Great job!!!
You captured such deep sorrow and loneliness in a single drop. What an amazing write and incredible read! The flow is nothing short of perfection as it traces the formation of the tear to it's actual falling. Love the rhythm, love the pace. Good work, Art!
you really described feelings of lonliness very well in this piece. it almost makes me understand how a man feels about exposing his emotions too much. they're always on the back burner because society doesn't accept a man with tears in his eyes. lovely, just lovely
The greastest thing about your poetry is that others can relate. Another great thing is that you speak from your heart and your soul. Every word fits in with the other as if they were meant to be spoken in that way. Every letter, every word and every sentence belongs in this poem. I think you did a great job on this one. Thank you for sharing it with me.
The person described in this poem sounds as if he is in one of the phases in "The Male Monthly Cycle" a piece I wrote not long ago. I can't figure out if he is in the cave or exposure phase. Nonetheless, if this is a piece of self reflection, I hope that you have received some healing from your pen. If it is a piece of reflection on an emotion of someone else, I hope they have received some healing from your pen! : ) Blessings.
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