The End Of Tears

It always seems when my demons gather close I cast out my dreams and they sit before me

Try to restore me, silently implore me to see

I’m only a murderer in my mind, content with my victim, just killing time

No one could ever love me enough, to fill that need

Some have tried to call the bluff, on borrowed time I felt their touch, and still it grows colder colder

Each a dying sun that burned so bright only to be swallowed again by endless night
Welcome to the other side to the knotted tangles of my hidden life

Is it so arrogantly that I had hoped for the end of tears

For something that gets brighter when we confess all our fears
I can’t tell anymore my black from my white, mixing with colours cascading in light

Each new turn laughs at me, demands that I fight, with patience, a virtue, not given to flight

With companions, lovers, enemies, all sharing the roles, whose home do I return to, my heart feels so old.

It heads in a direction, like it always has, to a place where I’m writing and I don’t feel so bad.
Welcome to the other side to the knotted tangles of of my hidden life

And still I’ll never stop believing in the end of tears

For something that gets brighter when we confess all our fears

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12 comments

  1. Great poem. It seems you (or your speaker) is in a difficult place. He sounds hurt and tangled/ caught in the dark side of his life, where things arent going well. I don’t think there is a end to tears even when we confess all our fears. But maybe confessing our fears helps us feel like we haven’t such a burden to carry. Maybe, we can meet people who at least help us feel like we have support and someone to lean on when we feel like we’re in tears. Thanks

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  2. Can’t help feeling your pain when I read what you write. Want you to know that there’s a light at the end of the tunnel. His name is Jesus. He loves you with an everlasting love. He created you to be the sensitive, creative being that you are. He is standing at the door and knocking. He heals the brokenhearted. He did it for me. I would also be careful about what I’m listening to and reading. Words can lift you up or bring you down. Guard your heart.

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