tears trickle slowly
down the cheeks
when I raise my fingers
to wipe those away
I find not a single drop
clogging the throat
all the more potent
for being unshed
least they could do
to fall in torrents
cleansing the debris
washing away
my inner torment
Photo: Rick Mobbs
19 comments:
very evocative... especially the idea of putting up a finger and finding no tears there.
the way you've written this reminds me of the herky-jerky hiccuping one makes when trying not to cry...
Oh, this is so true! I love the way you worded it!
I can totally relate to this!
Excellent, excellent.
There's been too many tears falling.
Yeah, there's something about unshed tears and torment - nice one..
dripping with emotion. love it!
This really hurts. You do well sharing the emotion. :)
Piognant and brave.
This suggests searching, to me. The torment an unknowing.
so much suffering... excellent!
a real tear jerker
It's the unshed tears that do the worst damage.
Awesome write.
-Nicole
This makes me catch my breath and feel a lump myself.
One minor critique, if you don't mind. I'm not sure it needs the last line. I understood that sentiment without it being stated explicitly.
the photo goes so well with the poem - great work!
its certainly the unshed ones that are the hardest...
Definitely a tormented soul. Lovely work.
love how you reacted/wrote abt the painting...
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