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Here’s another poem I wrote a long time ago… This one was actually last December when I was awake late one night and pretty much emotionally exhausted so… It’s a little depressing.

But go ahead and give critique (which I don’t know how to do with poetry) if you’d like!!

When It Hurts to Cry

I lay there quiet, wishing, waiting.

Slumber deserted me as well,

I had hoped a friend would stay to care,

Oblivious rest cruelly left.

Alone and weary, lying there,

Dreams of sleep not dreamt.

 

Too tired for even things of rest,

Hard thinking drove away my sleep.

Weight deepens and drains my weary heart,

Ending in torn and troubled tears

The pain is tearing me apart

Crying only sears.

It hurts to cry, worse is weeping

I wish for someone to be there,

A shoulder stronger than mine for leaning

Yet no one is there to hold me,

It hurts to cry, feel it stinging,

Tears tonight are lonely.

I know like stars, hope is yet there,

Behind the clouds I yearn to see.

Emptied space inside shows it missing,

Yet I know for all this aching,

No help in tears, only wishing,

My heart is breaking

No tears will mend the wound I bear,

No sobbing will ever ease the pain

I’m alone in the dark, in weakness

Relief when tears fall from my eye?

No healing comes in pillow wet,

When it hurts to cry.