The Sorrow I See In The Mirror

I'm tired of the crying,

Of the pain

The way my breathing is muffled by my pillow

Sounding like someone drowning

In the mucus

The salt watered tears.

 

I cry because I care.

How could I let something I care so much for

Go 

Leave

And never come back?

 

I curl up into a ball,

Hoping to collapse into myself

So that somehow

I would disappear. 

It would start with my stomach

And everything else would begin to fold in

Like a suitcase being packed in slow motion.

The emptiness can only be filled

By the tears I cry

And the blood I spill.

 I would bind myself up

Using the bile spewing from my nostrils

Because who cares anymore?

 

I'm going to accept what happened

And embrace the face

Of one destroyed by their own sorrow.

Maybe the world will accept me for who I am

With the frown on my face

And the streak of tears on my cheeks.

If not, well who needs the world

When I have my pillow

And my blankie.

I guess it's just me against the world.

 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A lot of sadness and pain in the poem. I like the description of sorrow and heartbreak. I like the flow of thoughts and the realistic ending. Sometime we must hide in a safe place and try to heal. Thank you for sharing the excellent poem.
Coyote

[rhythm&blues]

I've known this feeling, went through a long bout of it after my divorce, your descriptions are relatable, good work.

[Robyn]

you're writing is amazing such sadness and i like how you put it toether. i like the flow of the words and the thoughts. very nice. keep up the good work!

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Such a sad display of pain and angst! So real are your emotions here there I can not only relate but I want to send you virtual hugs. You may feel this way now, but there is something to be said for time; it does tend to heal. I love the last image, it is stark, real and brings tears to my eyes.

[Firefly]

I do believe you have brought a tear to my eye, which in itself is quite an acomplishment, well done. This piece captures the thought of missing someone brilliantly. I loved it.

[quinfinn]

oh dear heart...when someone has their mind made up to leave you, there is nothing you can do. how i have tortured myself over the years, wondering what it was i could have done or said to change the outcome of a failed love. the simple and hard fact is, it takes two to sustain a real love. i love this write, primarily because it reminds me of my past sorrows and allows me to reflect with experience and knowledge that , try as i might, there was nothing i could do but cry....suffer my loss and pray for renewal of that feeling. it is what we live for..there is nothing more beautiful than being in love. but, losing that love is a terrifying and painful reality of life. kudos for making me tear up..., as old and as wise as i am, i felt deeply for your sadness. great job!