This Morning I Started To Cry Poem by Teresa Duncan
This Morning I Started To Cry
This morning I woke up sad, and I don’t know why.
There was this empty feeling of loneliness,
That was just so overwhelming
All I could do was sit down and cry.
I tried to search deep within myself, for the answers
yet the more I searched, the more I hurt.
And that empty feeling just got worse
I don’t know what I’d done, or what it could be.
Maybe it’s all in my head, I kept telling myself
Now it’s on my mind and bugging me.
Once again I feel the sting,
a sure sign that I’m starting to cry.
Now I am sobbing harder and harder
than what I was before
All I know is this morning I started to cry,
and I have yet to figure out why....
We all get days like this teresa, great poem. don`t be sad, don`t be blue just be you...
Wonderful poem. Oh how many times I wish I knew why I cried. Sometimes for sadness. Sometimes for gratitude. Sometimes for happiness. Sometimes for just feeling feelings! All I know is time and/or other people change most of my feelings. It/they come and go. Your poems stay forever. I always feel better if I know I have touched someone. Please keep writing all you can. More people relate to you than you might think. I know I do. With all my fondest wishes.......Dan
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/29/2024 9:16:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Sometimes there might be happend that we are sad beyond any reason. The state of the mind generally blooms in any form at any time.10 for this nice poem.