Monday, May 18, 2009


Let it rain.
Bombard me with your tears.
Let your eyes weep with never ending sorrow.
Fill the room with your woe
As I have done, many times before.
Let your eyes speak for you
As always.
But remember, you can not be understood.

1 comment:

  1. I love what you wrote;the sense of confronting the awful feelings you have. But not just acknowledging you have these feelings, but really letting yourself feeling them, and 'filling the room' with them. Love this poem.