Poem: 10,439
You feel you are on an Island in an ocean made of tears.
But there are many that would help you to the shore.
You already know.
He never came and you are left to carry on alone.
To take those many problems and punish him you will.
But are you only punishing yourself?
I watch you as you walk along the street.
Mechanical in movement, strait lines upon your face.
Ignorant of the thoughts and comments of the neighbors that you pass
Another day goes past.
The voices there again.
More, the same and different.
I hear them talking.
I hear them laughing.
I hear you cry in pain.
What should I do?
What can I do?
Would you want me to do anyway?
Another cry.
Another laugh.
Another creak of footsteps.
I have to go.
I have to see.
I knock upon your door.
They open it.
They swear at me.
I ask if you are there.
They swear again and clench their fists.
I look for you then run.
What else could I do?
“You heard?”
“Last night?”
“My friends said you came to see me.”
“I heard.”
“Last night.”
“I thought I heard you cry.”
“I did.”
“Thank you.”
“For coming to my aid.”
“You surely cannot?”
“You surely do not?”
“You surely, surely don’t?”
You rise.
Then leave and close the door.
Why couldn’t I find the words?
We all feel like were Islands in an ocean full of tears.
Find a way to build a bridge to someone.
Show them the causeway to your heart.
(2015)
