In Hysterics
I cannot cry
these days
only laugh
hysterically
mirth bubbling out
from behind lips
squeezed tight
against this tide
of irony
that threatens
to overwhelm me
every time I speak
or think
or act on whims
that lead me to remember
to remember
but I cannot cry about
that fateful betrayal
that I sometimes
often
wish
had lasted much longer
than it did
I can feel the tears
resting
just behind my eyes
I can feel the sobs
pressing
against my rib cage
I can feel the anguish
pounding in time
to the hammering
of my heart
but all I can do
is cover my face
with my
trembling hands
and ask
silently
tremulously
why I have been
left here
to laugh
at my own pain
and be barred from
healing by tears
I cannot be healed
I cannot cry
these days.
Copyright © Allison Kinzy | Year Posted 2007
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