Tears Revealed

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.

Reviews

[Bubo]

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.

[Gandré]

Oh I love your poetry. This was so honest! So deep. So poetic! You have there that rhyme...that really makes it an exceptional package - as a whole poem.

[Worba]

Ever seen the movie Freedom Writers? I cried during that one, it's been a while, but a good cry feels great.