I opened the floodgates
and let the tears flow.
Ribs in the ribcage
shreds of muscles
veins, tissues and bones
all that seemed to be massed
inside the *****
holding the pain, the hurt
all have to wash away
with all the floodgates open!
And yet they don't go
no matter how hard I cry
no matter how my being shakes
sobs and heaves,
I try to clean up
and yet those messed up feelings
won't wash up.
No crying, no tears , no anguish
no shouting, no grief
seems to be enough.
Tell me what can I do
to erase those pains?
Jan 3, 2014
Jan 3, 2014 at 4:58 PM UTC
I opened the floodgates
and let the tears flow.
Ribs in the ribcage
shreds of muscles
veins, tissues and bones
all that seemed to be massed
inside the *****
holding the pain, the hurt
all have to wash away
with all the floodgates open!
And yet they don't go
no matter how hard I cry
no matter how my being shakes
sobs and heaves,
I try to clean up
and yet those messed up feelings
won't wash up.
No crying, no tears , no anguish
no shouting, no grief
seems to be enough.
Tell me what can I do
to erase those pains?
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