I Weep

I Weep

A Poem by Drifter

I weep.

Tears dance their salted pirouettes,

Etching sorrow along my cherry slopes.

My truth finds entry by mortal madness

And grows towards Time, so brittle black.


I weep.

Even when sorrow fades to numbness

And reason stumbles through unseen cracks.

When there is discomfort in the moment

That tears end with a distant splash.


I weep.

My hands refuse to linger here much longer..

Their touch is far too harsh to bear.

The thumb will just smear the smoothness

And alter the teardrops' courses.


I weep.

Because some day I know it will get better

And then my mind shall start to forget.

The images will finally choose to blur

So I’ll have to pull out the picture again.


I weep.

© 2012 Drifter

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Sad and beautiful. well penned

Posted 6 Years Ago

This is absolutely beautiful. It captures a loss and the pain of it with a description of crying the likes of which I've never read before.
I love it.

Posted 7 Years Ago


7 Years Ago

Thanks. :) It's something I wrote early in the morning after a troubled night's sleep.
I like this one. Why? Because I weep, too. I think when the pain is all that is left letting go of it will mean letting go of the person.

Posted 7 Years Ago


7 Years Ago

Indeed. Thanks for the review. :)

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Added on November 28, 2012
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