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

[terry smith]

To lay by the babbling brook of my creation and listen to it's sad song till alas I awake....and it is dawn.
A river of thoughts keep me up sometimes...I relate to this very much, well done mt friend!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, terry,
j.

[jeannemarie coulter]

thought provoking write...does pain have a ceiling i wonder...when i had the shingles with open sores for over a year i thought i experienced the worst pain but then i watched my husband suffer cancer and knew the ceiling was higher than i thought...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow you really went through some really tough times...that ceiling is really high isn't it?
thank you for sharing, jeannemarie.

j.

[rubie]

sometimes, in grief, the more we weep, the more tears there are.

but it's cathartic to have the flood gates of tears spring open

poignant write with a perfect title.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind words, rubie.

j.

[Fran Marie]

It certainly feels that way at times..wonderfully expressed..

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, Fran Marie...

j.

[Sami Khalil]

Pain has a certain tolerance for some and not for others. When it penetrates deeply, it does feel like pinpricks. An excellent analogy, Jacob...:).........

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, Sami.

j.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome. .....:).....

[marcus]

deep and intense!! Awesome!!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, marcus.

j.

[Pryde Foltz]

I still struggle sometimes with this. Those last few hours before we rest can bring on some of our worse fears.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I do too, Pryde.

thank you,

j.

[...]

Suffering is a story we replay in our heads. We tend to make our own moments into an enemy. Love this, Jacob!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you, appreciate your insights, lynn

j.

[W.k.kortas]

"(V)ast blue nothing" is just a marvelous phrase, and I think it encompasses how all-consuming and pervasive true sorrow can be. Enviably tight and well-drawn piece.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, W.k.

j.

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i've spent time with insomnia and it is a tormenting bedfellow until that point where nothing matters any more... perhaps it simply turns to numbness...i see the last two lines as night(s) passing into day(s)...

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your words, FT.
j.