Crying In the Dark
Tears trace ebony stains across the smooth skin on your cheeks.
Early morning thoughts in early morning darkness,
clouds of confusion and pain fog your mind.
Life, so heavy, pushes you down, deeper and ever deeper,
until you feel your soul squeezing through every pore in your body.
The tears bitter on your lips, your thoughts dark
no love can you see, the flame has become ash
no sound of laughter, the quiet deafens
nothing remains but darkness, loneliness,
sadness.
Drops drip slowly between your shadowy fingers
pressing tightly, pinching your skin, pain, it's something.
Your bottomless pit swallows you in depression.
Gentle sobs disturbing no one, no one will ever know.
I know.
Your crying in the dark I feel
mirrored so closely by my own pain.
If for only a moment you would lean on me,
I would give the world to you, happiness and joy
if only it were mine to give... if only.
09/05/15
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2015
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