Tears, by Christina Brooks
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MY heart is aching, yet is not breaking. It is whole with a
small hole getting bigger and bigger. Saying good bye to
some one you love. you seem to feel like your soul is going
to break. Try, try again.. nothing, nothing gets better.
Hanging by a thread. loosing what grip and control that is
there. Wanting to blow off steam that really can not be
blown. Tears so many Tears the eyes red and puffy. Starts to
Fill sick in the stomach, head is pounding, thoughts roaming
around and around in the head. Tears streaming down the face
on their own and than you feel the wetness from them. crying
yourself to sleep, crying in your sleep, can't sleep.
Telling the mind its free and at the same time it seems so
unreal and cramped inside with thoughts. Thoughts of what
did I do wrong? Why couldn't it work? Why put so much effort
from both sides, if it is not going to even work? Why
couldn't we come to an even line of understanding? Good byes
really are sad parts of life. |
Posted: 2010-05-21 18:46:48 UTC |
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2010-06-18 09:05:50 | HURT INSIDE |
This is really good! i like it alot. |