When I could cry no longer
My tears became a fire
A brand upon my passion
To set the world ablaze
When I could cry no longer
My eyes abandoned color
Abrasions from the anger
Impressed upon my gaze
When I could cry no longer
The shadows in my corners
These denizens distorted
Invaded my respite
When I could cry no longer
My life became my torture
My waking turned to anguish
Which followed me to night
When I could cry no longer
The emptiness and hunger
The stresses I was under
Became a prison cell
When I could cry no longer
My grief became the sulfur
My pain became the chamber
My mind became a hell
vampireweather 
I have cried so much, that this reaches out and shakes me to the core… I haven’t reached the cry no longer stage… Mayhap I will never reach it… I seem to have a talent for tears… xPenx
I have always been one to cry easily. I think perhaps it is a sign of our sensitivity as humans to our own selves and those around us. Tears seem to contain a sort of toxin that cleanses us when we cry them out. When we cannot cry, or hold it in, it is like a sickness we repress that must be relieved. I hope we never stop crying
This made me cry.
I’m sorry. Or perhaps that was appropriate? There have been some moments lately I would far prefer to cry. At some point it is almost like the feeling disappears, the tears dry up, and I am forced to convince myself I still exist and I need to respond to the world around me. I have cried until it turned to a nothingness…an absence of feeling, which seems much worse than feeling. It truly becomes like living trapped in my own skin, trying to recover some feeling…any feeling. I cannot even like my poetry–as if I cannot see beauty in anything. Not in words or pictures or poems. I have written so much I won’t post, because it just seems unfeeling and hollow. It is much better to cry, I think. Thank you for reading
It’s a sort of floating through life feeling, isn’t it? I’ve had the same. I haven’t cried lately as much as I have in the past. I’m not really all there in the head to be able to feel enough to cry. It’s like I’m living in my head. In a different reality. Not paying attention to conversations or what is actually happening. I miss a lot I guess. Sort of withdrawn, just not all there. People think I have some psychological head condition I’m sure.
Yes. Very floating. I probably do have some sort of psychological deficiency right now lol. I really don’t know what’s going on in my head sometimes lately
It’s like living in another place. Sometimes I get glimpses of where I actually am and I don’t remember getting there, and I realize what the weather is like or what people are talking to me about, but otherwise I’m usually oblivious. :p
I haven’t even been around people to ignore lately lol
I envy you for that lol.
It is not to envy. It is not a merciful solitude currently. ❤
I have cried so much in my lifetime….and still do.
I hope too, that you may cry again…it’s healing.
xx
Thank you very much 🙂 I look forward to another good cry
you have left me speachless.
Thank you for the kind words. It’s good to see you back! Glad you could stop by
This poem is so honest, raw and articulate…I’m a very emotional person and cry a lot…people sometimes mistake it for a “downer”, something negative…a great big “cry baby” but I don’t feel that way at all…It’s a necessary release and expression of not only sadness but many states of mind and heart. One who FEELS prolifically will inevitably overflow with all that feeling. And I agree, it causes dis-ease and other turmoil to hold too much inside.
My poetry is where I am free to feel the hurt and not hide it anymore. I probably am a bit of a crybaby in my poems. It is my therapy 🙂
emotional in simple words. 🙂 the last verse builds up this poem to dizzying heights. loved the repetitive first line in each verse, it did no harm but served to enhance the message. keep going strong.
Thank you very much!
Thank very much for checking out and commenting on my blog. I really do love you work but this stood out for me so raw. It makes me thinking about my feelings, how i express them. And surely that those who write tend to bottle up feelings of rage or woe. Or Either empty ourselves dry of all the emotion.
Thank you for stopping by! Perhaps our pent up feelings are what drive us to be artists. It is more of a necessity sometimes for me than something like a hobby. It is like breathing. I appreciate that you took the time to comment and read 🙂
Very profound!
Thank you once again my friend 🙂