I CRY

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by pdoneil

by pdoneil

I CRY

I cry for everything
For the joy of life
For the burdening strife.
I cry for each moment that time brings
Like the fall from the pendulum's swing;
A forgotten gleeful grin.

I cry for joy;
I cry for the the moment of a new toy
Sparkling and bright
A pleasure that titillates at first sight.

Yes, I cry - for I am happy
Like in moments spending with mommy and pappy

I cry for the loss;
What an emotional cost;
When friends and family are gone
And silence is a stone that warms when alone.

I cry for this.
I cry that.
Can you hear my tears fall as they go splat splat
Upon the ground and what's not.

I cry for movies with happy endings.
I cry for movies where there is no pretending.
Tears flow free while feeling sad
And causes that makes one feeling mad.
The love of rain
Makes my joys and pain
As another tear streaks down my cheek.
Another liquid leak.

I am not crying now for my eyes are dry
But I am crying inside
Where my river is wide.
I am waiting for more tears;
Later will my eyes flood from my rivers of grief.
Filled by tears from long lost unforgotten years;
Lingering bitter tears.
The shattered shell of the Dream spell
When I gazed in confirmation that all is not well.

Will it be long this weeping spell?
That I do not know, for I cannot tell
When the spell end?
My well runs deep
I at times feel like there's an ocean is at my feet.

Will it be in the now or the then?
Tomorrow or eternity?

I can tell by the wind that there is a storm on it's way.
I can tell that a tempest is at rest.
Will it arrive today?

Will it be long or brief?
I know not, but what a relief.
Will it be for me
To be standing or on a blended knee
Or with head bowed sitting under a tree?

I have a lot of emotions
Some packaged in grief
Some packaged in relief
For some I need to reach deep into the well
To reach that vain
Of emotional pain.

A tear, a steam, a river and an ocean
So runs my emotion
Which undulates
And oscillates

I cry for uncertainty.
I am always crying
I will cry until the end of time
When death is mine.
When memories are etched and sketched in the stone
Above the silent bones.

Now take my pot of tears
It is yours to use for the future years.
It has a hint of Love,
A hint of spice and other things that's nice
It has a lot of hope
Of which a drink will help you cope.
A glass of wine can me be feel fine
A mask for the glad and the mad.
The sleepless nights and silent fights.

I cry for everything
I cry for what the end bring.
A cry with a grin
Moisture dripping from my chin
Moisture on on the walls
As it falls, rivets on the stairs
rivers of tears
Encapsulated fears
My pearls to hurl at the World
Drip Drip
From nose to lip
Echoes resonating at the bottom of the pit
Emotions
Bit by bit

I cry cry
I cry
Cry