Cry Poem by Gary Diamond

Why do we cry is not the right question.
Why don't we cry more often is the one.
I point it at myself and start running from the outcome.

Invisible weight nothing to do with gravity pushes us about.
Until we wonder what it was we did this time.
We roll with the punches only to end up in a bed of thorns.
We crane our necks to look at lofty ambition
Only to have our bough break upon the rocks at the foot of ambition's cliff.

You have to look in all directions, not all at once but all in moderation.
You have to know that when you let yourself go in one direction
That all the others are configured to pull you back to start
Should you fail or fall asleep on your way to greatness.

Such an effort can make us break down.
And like fools we stoke ourselves up with this drag
Instead of opening floodgates for the hell of it
Crying because there's nothing to cling to tonight.
No-one to hold you and stroke your hair when you
Scream.

If there truly are worse things than being alone
I think I've paid my dues with them.
I do believe it's time to get the relationship I've been looking for.
I think I'm not greedy, can be selfless, but this event
I horde and hold on to like a precious thing.

That's why tonight, I'll sit sober and alone
In a dirty bed in a small room I pay too much for
Keeping myself alive barely, for what I'm not sure.
I can write about it.
Only when I really need to.