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There is satisfaction
Within my body as
I lay beneath the clouds,
A large gray mass.
Down under I am consumed
By the wave of oppression
And the void inside my heart
As I sink into rooms of depression.
Wailing is childish in my brain
And sobs are thick with silence.
I am begging for it all to stop
But I am caught in my tearful trance.
Sip sip!
Crocodile tears, you are full of pain.
Drip drip!
You are crying for all that is vain.
Waterfalls are beautiful
When they are not in your eyes.
Red is romantic
When not from bloodshot cries.
Stop the screaming you are hiding
And keep the strength intact.
No one loves a cry baby,
For vulnerability is something you must lack.
I want to suck in the air from your lungs
And make the numbness disappear
But you are full of salt and dread
And that is something humanity fears.
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Hope in the Mourning
PoetryCOMPLETE ✔️ Highest ranking: #175 in Poetry! (3/15/17) - Where there is mourning, there is also hope. Despite the struggles and the losses we mourn-mental, physical, or emotional-good can come out of it. But even when there seems to be not hope as a...
