I wish I could cry.
I wish I could scream.
I wish I could howl,
Now.
For all That I felt in the dusk of my insomnia,
Was, just the searing smothering of those endless dawns,
As I wished I could substitute the passion I have invested in the fear of this bygone twilight.
For All I did was stare at him with fantasy of poesy running in my eyes,
While he threw our wedding ring on my face,
And walked away forever.
That day to this,
I think
My silence was highly poetic.
I wish I was something other than numb, for that is what poets are made of!