the ceiling of pain

the ceiling of pain

 

 

a torrid of pinpricks

the clouds leak insomnia tears

sorrow never sleeps

and we become the cushion

for feelings to penetrate

until there is no sky left

just a vast blue nothing.

 

 

 

 

 

erin-cilberto

8/17/15

Reviews

[Kathy Van Kurin]

'the ceiling of pain'
Jacob,
Just as we respond with joy in good times, happy times the opposite is true as well. Pain is a given in our lives and I have found as we all have that a little patience goes a long way. It's difficult to be in pain...physically, emotionally. With ourselves and others this 'pain' can be a dilemma. It is hard to see how relationships can even be damaged by how people respond to each other when pain comes to stay.
Great poem.
Bless you.
Kathy

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Kathy....for again digging into the archives.
really appreciate you,
j.

[Dalton]

This piece may have made even the late Schopenhauer weep. It's so succinct, and precise.
Blessings.
Dalton

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review,

j.

[Cassie]

depressing that sorrow never sleeps, it just lies low for a bit and then comes back in full swing whereas Joy just lasts a short time and we are back to the old story of sorrowful tears. I think we just need to keep good memories of joyful tears tucked in somewhere inside so that we can unleash whenever sorrow knocks

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what you say here is so true, Cassie...so true.

thank you,

j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

You give awe to brevity, and it speaks volumes here!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, Kelly.

j.

[Corset]

The sky is the limit, but the sky is limitless, pain is an eyelid of love, often an atmosphere of disillusionment, when night opens Earths eyes, she can see forever unfold... past the endless stars, that appear as pinpricks in the fabric of the cosmos.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

geez, Corset----

your review is better than the poem itself...thank you for these words, much insight.

j.

[Corset]

loved the pin cushion theme Jacob

C.

[emmajoy]

Is there really a ceiling to pain? Aren't there times when there's nothing left to cry about or question? . That vast blue nothing you so eloquently lay is - for me, a helplessness - a need to just fade because there's no escape. And you're so right, jacob, 'sorrow never sleeps' . not even with a pillow to grip.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

if there is, i imagine that ceiling is very very high.

thank you for your deep insights into this poem, emma.

j.

[emmajoy]

Too many thoughts rushing at me now.. think i need to sleep, or try to try.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

you seem to get the thoughts in good order...i always enjoy your responses to my work...you make me see things i don't think i saw when i wrote them. and i thank you for that.

[samiha zubair]

Sometimes being too sensitive makes one prone to heartbreak

[jacob erin-cilberto]

yes, sensitive people hurt much more easily.

thank you, samiha

j.

[Jane Taylor Hardy]

Excellent poetry.....expresses eloquently and with an artsy flair the depth of agony we at times walk through. Beautifully inked.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Jane.

j.

[~]

painful write Jacob. a reminder of how much we can go through sometimes.. and the blues are the ones that will replace everything at the end of the journey.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, moonskittles...

j.

[Cherry Pepperweb]

I think, sadly, that the more we endure the more we can endure.
But it's rather depressing and "happy" feels like hard work.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it does sometimes, doesn't it?
thank you, Cherry.

j.

[Cherry Pepperweb]

You're welcome Jacob. :)