A Crying Heart

I’m numb;

I feel it in my bones.

They are as reluctant as my mind

To take any actions.

I can’t breathe.

My throat is slowly closing

As my breath starts to race.

No thoughts emit from my brain,

And no words escape my breathless lips,

But my heart continues to cry.

The tears drown my veins

And soon will wash away my soul.

There’s not relief,

For theses tears are washing my life away.

 

How can I feel when he was the only thing I’ve ever felt?

How can I speak when his lips were my only language?

How can I see when his eyes were the only windows to the world?

How can my heart keep beating,

Now that he’s washed out of my life,

And its only reason to beat was for him?

 

I’m numb and I can’t breathe, but my heart will continue to cry. 

Reviews

[Color of the Iris]

*Applauds uncontrollably* THIS WAS ABSOLUTELY ASTONISHING!!!! I LOVED THIS POEM RIGHT TO THE VERY END! OMG, I WOULD SUFFER JUST LIKE THAT IF I LOST THE ONE I TRULY LOVED!!! YOUR EMOTIONS SEEPED OFF OF MY SCREEN PASSIONATELY, AND I UNDERSTOOD THEM ALL WITH FEELING!!!

3 WORDS...
WONDERFUL!!! AMAZING!!! BREATH TAKING!!!!

[A.Lee]

This is amazing. The emotion was so overwhelming. I felt every bit of it.

"How can I feel when he was the only thing I’ve ever felt?
How can I speak when his lips were my only language?
How can I see when his eyes were the only windows to the world?"

That nearly made me cry. Such beautiful, heartfelt work.

[Chantel]

Very good job, you expressed your emotions clearly and through good language....very emotional poem...I liked the second stanza especially...

[Coyote Poetry]

I was never one to cry. I would have to find some other way to vent my frustration. I like the poem. When the old heart is sad. Tear are necessary. Those who do not cry. Get lock-up and explored. A very good story in the poem. I like the ending. Tear mean we are alive and can feel still. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Rory CJ Frankson]

Like the song... 'Love Hurts' by Nazereth. Mad love is a heart stopper and this poem so elloquently puts this sentiment across. I've been there and she still inspires many poems. (and still won't talk to me)

[Marie Harrison]

I've felt that way. I feel this way a lot sometimes, especially since my dog died.