So still the night no tears to release,
Many before I shed, but never find a peace.
“Open my heart, release this searing pain,
Twist and turn take this agony from my brain.”
“My life. Oh, my soul, my love, my heart,
You promised me. You swore we would never part.”
The tears finally come. They ease. Slowly at first
I could not breathe, I could not think, I had this great thirst.
Water. No. A thirst for anger, rage, my heart a thunderous roar,
The echo so loud, the beat so fierce, the tears they poured.
To my knees I fell. An emotional plague a deep abyss opened wide,
Sinking. Drowning. My sorrow pulled me inside out. How I cried.
Further the tears, the pain as a stabbing knife the wound deep,
Never again would I give anyone my soul to keep.
You left me hanging, such a torturous ride. I grieve.
As they lower your coffin in the ground, I still could not believe.
© Cynthia Clark