Weeping
I feel like I’m on the verge of awake
Yet I’m sure I’m still sleeping
Inside my mind all these thoughts
continually keep creeping
Within the mortar of my bricked mind
I feel the darkness seeping
The pain of this secret I’m keeping
You need me to stay strong for us
But I can barely hold back my own weeping
All my memories are left unsaid
I float through each day
Fog filling my mind from morning till bed
This pain inside me begs to be fed
The colour of my heart is black now instead of red
Why I ask why is our child dead?
I want to reach out to something someone
it’s way too hard here inside my head
With pain I am now wed
too much hurt remains unsaid
I know you can hear the silence
It screams out consistently loud
Remembering him every day
all those things that made us proud
In my chest I feel my heart burn and pound
Empty has its own sickening sound
What we are looking for can’t be found
Thoughts in loops going round and round
Not even in a bottle can these thoughts be drowned
I know you don’t want others to know
You bury your feelings
not wanting them to show
But inside of you I watch the pain grow
You pretend to be steady
but it is eating you slow
Every inch of you consumed
from head to toe
Like a boat tossed to and fro
I want to help but you won’t let me row.
Dedicated to a friend who knows an unimaginable pain.
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2018
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