You Cry Poem by Jamyson Hoelscher

Looking into the reflection of another's eyes.
Tears become softer when wiped away by a gentle hand.
But more still fall.
More still form.
From guilt covered in light by another's heart.
They dropp onto the ground to create another world.
One made from a mix of heart and sorrow intertwined.
Streets made of life.
Towers from despair.
The sun, a small ray of hope quickly blocked by clouds of silence.
You wish to hide there but time does not let you pass its powerful form.
Senses pull you back. Reality chains you to its barren expanse.
Close your eyes for the moment to leave.
Block out sound for the other to go.
But no matter your efforts, everything is the same.
The pressure builds up. Guilt strangles you sensless.
Drop to your knees in shame.
Hold onto the hand.
Cry your heart out.
Until it all passes by.
You want to see nothing.
Feel nothing.
Hear nothing.
Be nothing.
Why now?
Why ever?
Why did it come to this?
Why could it not be stopped...?
Tears run down your cheek to another's hand.
Into the air, flying free.
You wish to be that tear.
To soar, to glisten in a gentle light.
Would such a short life be worth it?
Would you be willing to finish life so quickly?
Would you want to glisten for a second,
Only to be forgotten in the next?
Just a still form.
A lifeless statue.
A frozen puppet with tangled strings.
Gentle hands pull you up.
Guilt pushes you down.
Neither letting go,
You cry.