My eyes are crying, a flood no one sees,
Each tear is a whisper, carried on the breeze.
They mourn for the moments that slipped through my hands,
For dreams turned to ashes, like forgotten sands.
In silence, they weep for the love that won’t bloom,
For shadows that linger in this empty room.
Each drop holds a story of anguish and loss,
Of a heart that’s been shattered, a soul that’s the cost.
They weep for the battles fought deep in the night,
For a spirit that falters, dimming the light.
In the depths of despair, they carry my screams,
For the hopes that have faded, for broken dreams.
My eyes cry for pieces of me that have died,
For the weight of this sorrow I cannot confide.
In the stillness, they bleed, a relentless decree,
A haunting reminder of the pain that is me.
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Comments4
A sad write of pain and loss. Nicely composed and with some good lines it reads well. Very nice and easy to understand. It is sad and heartbreaking.
thank you
Very sad . I’m really sorry you feel that way ((
Men are not allowed to cry. Didn't you know?
Who said that men's can't cry
If female's have right then men's also have right
As fine a description of heartache as it can be defined, nice work.
Thank you
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