Tears are pouring forth from my eyes
Eyes are the mirrors of the soul, so
does the glass reflect this soul of mine?
I have no reason to be blue, perhaps
I’m not, it’s more like black. For
my heart is a scary dark place, but I
can’t find a reason why.
Senseless woes throughout myself,
I don’t understand it, I’ve no right
to be like this.
A loving family some never have,
A pleasant home, so what do I lack?
A good job, pleasant friends, yet I
sit here like a babe and cry from my pen.
Something’s missing, a hole in my heart,
will I ever be complete again?
hugs
Kat
The most profound hunger humans have in common, is for a right relationship with God. Christ is the way.
You write very well and clearly convey the inner world, Mary.
Take care, keep writing
-Zach, ~ a fellow human and poet
Crying is part of living
sometimes one cries and know not why
there nothing wrong with crying
we all do it at one time or another
Love & peace be with you
William
Georg
Ron
will I ever be complete again?
I can relate, Mary. For me, it's a hole in my soul but that's another way of saying the same thing. Love and best wishes,
Regis
With Love,
Cindy
I can share that day with you and many others; sometimes these moods just roll over us. You have a strong and loving heart but even then the strongest are not immune. Thank you for sharing this.
John
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :(
A very compelling, emotional write . . . finely penned!!
Hugs,
Lance
I like it ... we all have days that feel like that ... and then we try and sit back and count our blessings. What did Mary Poppins say? Think of your favorite things ... and then things don't seem so bad.... Susan
Perhaps there is an underlying "?" to your happiness? I know that sometimes we get into this dark mood quite suddenly and we just don't know what brought this on.
I think I had mood like this too one morning, and then I had a good cry over it; then everything was alright once again.
I can't remember whether the poem is still here, but I know I have documented that morning in one of my poems. I don't even remember the name of the poem, for I just wrote about it after I have recovered myself that morning.
You will be alright later. Trust me!!!
Sandie Angel :o)