Running Out
if i am to cry
give me tears to cry with
let me not wonder
with no prayers to pray with
whilst in shock and disbelief
my faith was decieved
and just was my punishment
that i was to grieve
and here i am with
not more that i want to give
my fullest devotion
a cup full of tears
here i am facing my fears
having lost someone
i loved so dear
and since that time
over and over again
my loss multiplied
when new day begin
if i am to sorrow
with which words am i to lament
do i still pray
Gods will to be bent
is my imposible, imposible
and my mourning
an endless drip
which if i not turn
the knob tightly
it would awaken if i slept
and yet i give it place
as if it were owed
is my endless love
attempting to let go
memories so happy
make me sad
no sweeter dreams
than the dreams i have
yet while my soul
waits for tears
eyes whisper
they're not here
and while my voice
would cry to God
my head has barely
given a nod
and though my heart
should need to die
my living it self says
no, not i
though it was my
greatest loss
today i cannot cry
(Dedicated to those that suffer depression.)
Copyright © John Loving Iii | Year Posted 2011
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