I always thought that eyes did not burn
when we cried.
I had cried before,
but never to the point
as to where blinking
was painful.
But here I was now,
crying over nothing
yet everything all while
trying to get rid of this feeling
of desperation, trying to rid myself
of a pain
I had never felt before.
A physical pain
that when I closed and opened
my eyes
rapidly trying to blink away
the tears that would not
stop falling,
each and every one
was becoming heavy
bursts of pain.
I just wanted to see damnit,
I wanted to get rid of the tears
that would
fall and fall
and fall and fall and fall and
fall
the ones that continued to blur my vision
making it impossible to see
what was in front of me.
I would stumble
and fall and trip
onto the floor,
blinded and not knowing where
I was going.
My hurt guiding me
into the direction it thought
was best.
It never was.
When I have small chances,
little moments in which my soul
becomes tired
from all the crying
and let's me see what I have become
I see my eyes
that are red with pain
I can see and feel the glowing
and taunting pain that
keeps pressing more heat
into my eyelids,
begging me to shut them
with more tears that are left
to cry.
And so my souls concedes,
letting itself cry
and cry and
cry,
letting the searing pain
burn itself
into the blacks of my once
brown eyes
YOU ARE READING
A Book of Words That Never Seem To Be Enough
PoetryA book filled with words that I thought made sense, but they never seem to be enough. *warning* emotional, messy, raw and full of sadness (sometimes a little happiness here and there) I hope you give my words a chance, maybe they'll be enough for yo...
