Robert Sheridan

Going Home To Cry - Poem by Robert Sheridan

In-articulated sounds
began to form – then
lamentation & grief
followed-by a deep
suffering which I’m
afraid indicated my
particular disposition.

My knees began to
crumple, my hands
began to shake, soon,
I entered a specific
state called crying;
at first it was a low
clamor, now weeping.

However, it was only
a futile attempt – I was
trying to make an oral
proclamation – selfish
of me to draw attention
to a ‘selling of wares’ –
an appeal, an entreaty.

Had to do it though, I
needed the praise; also
I thought, this was a
deprecation which
turned into a rumbling
bawl, tears could not be
held – had to ejaculate.

Couldn’t keep it in any-
more, had friends, some
family members, and a
female turn on me – they
were the baying hounds;
made me break down,
made me cried...


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, June 11, 2008

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