I Weep

I weep.

Tears dance their salted pirouettes,

Etching sorrow along my cherry slopes.

My truth finds entry by mortal madness

And grows towards Time, so brittle black.

 

I weep.

Even when sorrow fades to numbness

And reason stumbles through unseen cracks.

When there is discomfort in the moment

That tears end with a distant splash.

 

I weep.

My hands refuse to linger here much longer..

Their touch is far too harsh to bear.

The thumb will just smear the smoothness

And alter the teardrops' courses.

 

I weep.

Because some day I know it will get better

And then my mind shall start to forget.

The images will finally choose to blur

So I’ll have to pull out the picture again.

 

I weep.

Reviews

[Zahra]

Sad and beautiful. well penned

[Anjelica Allen]

This is absolutely beautiful. It captures a loss and the pain of it with a description of crying the likes of which I've never read before.
I love it.

[Drifter]

Thanks. :) It's something I wrote early in the morning after a troubled night's sleep.

[Brianna Brie]

I like this one. Why? Because I weep, too. I think when the pain is all that is left letting go of it will mean letting go of the person.

[Drifter]

Indeed. Thanks for the review. :)