#224 I Cried For You Poem by Jimmie Arrington

Rochelle, I cried for you last night.
Your news torn my shield to shreds.
Faint images of black and white
Dulled the colors in my head.

Harsh reality made me feel
That the dreamer knows it best.
Who's to say what's fake or real
When neither gives us rest?
Oh, Rochelle!

Lynne, I cried for you last night,
The frail dam broke at last.
It's neither eyes nor sight
That form the Memory's past.

We can't replay what's played.
We can't bring forth what's gone.
We can wish times past had stayed,
But that's not moving on.
Oh, Lynne!

Maren, I cried for you last night,
Still, I'm not sure why.
Perhaps for all future blight
Accompanying a darkened sky.

The ails you feel or have felt
Cause my frame to shiver.
They make my heart's candle melt
And rush like a rapid river.
Oh, Maren!

World, I cried for you last night,
For what you have become.
Once fair, once pure, once right,
Now, to all goodness numb.

You bend and mold the innocent,
You harden the softest hearts.
Many souls have come then went
With burns and scars and smarts.
Oh, World!

Self, I cried for you last night,
The selfish deed was done.
Was it for fear and fright
Or the sake of everyone?

You've taken what you shouldn't take.
You've become who you hate.
You pray for peace, you crave a break,
An emotional sedate.
Oh, Me!