My heart cries
With no tears and no sounds
But not less sadness and sorrow
Aging, sickness and disabilities come one by one
Happiness and youth comes and goes
Nothing in this world will last
Maybe only love in my heart
Or maybe in your memory
You reached for a cloud
on a sunny day
with no rain on the way
with clinched fists and fear
you feel no pain
Hearts sing in silence
grief without sound
and tearless memories
fill the empty wells
of our souls
Prayers rise up
and fall to an empty God
abandoned by the living
and reached for by the dead.
For my dear friend who took her own life this week, one year ago.
Tearless Weeping
Shallow breathing
Can I breathe?
Control my environment?
Lest the alternative, recluse, seclusion
This is living death for me
Unacceptable, incapacitating
Hell on Earth!
Eternal fire, would be kinder
A nice change
Physical Pain, I am Alive, I feel!
Shallow breathing
Can I breathe?
No reindeer games’, Clench my teeth
UP!
It
Suk
If not me, than who?
Exactly
Shallow breathing
I must adapt to the world
For it will not change for me
Deep breathing
The alternative, not acceptable
I WILL BREATH
Sunshine Williams
This storming howl embrace my step to hide
I'm all alone blackened like a rose on my shade
And i close all the blindless view of my eyes
Cause it's riding me to a lonely path.
This tearing rain walk through my soul with grace
My life has just begun with no remorse
But why goodbye is the only way that always taught me to love
Where's the sand of solace for me?.
I can't cut the dawn of my window for a new breed of pain
Some good dreams will set for a deeper vain
Always guiding the sorrow haunt at my anguished shadow
Silently create my own to a nightmare's call.
He's been my pops
28 years and running
Out of all these years
I haven't seen something
A tear on his cheek -
His head down low -
His weakness isn't seen -
Feelings never hang low -
I admit my father
Is strong at heart
But I've never seen him cry
When will the tears start
A tear on his cheek -
His head down low -
His weakness isn't seen -
Feelings never hang low -
At his father's funeral
He didn't cry a bit
Not until it was over
When I realized it
A tear on his cheek -
His head down low -
His weakness isn't seen -
Feelings never hang low -
When his mother had pass
I cried my hardest
But not my father figure
He was the opposite
A tear on his cheek -
His head down low -
His weakness isn't seen -
Feelings never hang low -
He's a lion to me
I respect him alot
But will I see him cry
I my life.....maybe not
A tear on his cheek -
His head down low -
His weakness isn't seen -
Feelings never hang low -
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