It's just one of those nights
That chooses me...
I don't choose it...
I'd much rather be...
Sleeping
But instead...
I sit here...
And type away..
Through the tears..
What I mean to say...
Is...
I'm haunted...
By memories of the past...
They creep to the forefront
They skuttle my soul
They overtake all...
That I might know...
Who they were...
Those memories...
Boy from window fell...
Woman burned in hell...
Young wife impaled upon...
Headless fellow...now belongs...
That I have seen or been...
A part of these themes...
Makes me sad...
Relinquishes my soul..
And yet...
I know...
I had to...
God! Someone had to...
Why not I? ? ?
Tomorrow...
The tears shall...
Dry from my eyes...
Life will resume...
And all will be well...again.
But...tonight...
Tonight...I cry
Wonderful piece.Captures private sorrow.Private pain, and the strength to go on.
big electronic hug going out to you, Dee! No one should not have to bear this burden alone. I wish there was more I could do. -chuck
Dee, Rest your head on your own pillow, knowing what you have described... is life, being in control is good, though rarely do you have it... ... it mostly chooses you. B.V.A.
Very sad Dee, remember Dee only fools hide their feelings love as always Chrisx
Dee as Diane said below me you're not alone crying (and writing) Yes, men do it sometimes a well as the memories of past experiences cloud over the mind. It is a good release of pain until the next time comes along. There are certain things in my life that haunt me and make me cry. My heart goes out to you my friend. Thanks for sharing this. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dee just know that you're not alone, crying (and writing) is a great way to release the pain of all that you have seen. My heart is with you! Huge Hugs, Diane