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I hate the sound of my crying

a thing I wrote

By Melissa IngoldsbyPublished about a year ago 1 min read
I hate the sound of my crying
Photo by Birmingham Museums Trust on Unsplash

such a terror to be human

In of such a mortal condition, there is no

Lasting Peace against the evil of emotions

Engulfed in more fluids that I loathe, I am longing to flush them like a virus

No longer hearing the sounds of my sickness of death, lone love

Cancels out all my sounds

Every one of my cries like a dying star in space, never allowed to be heard again

heartbreak

About the Creator

Melissa Ingoldsby

My work:

Patheos,

The Job, The Space Between Us, Green,

The Unlikely Bounty, Straight Love, The Heart Factory, The Half Paper Moon, I am Bexley and Atonement by JMS Books

Silent Bites by Eukalypto

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  • Mariann Carrollabout a year ago

    Love the dramatic feel in this poem. Perfect Cover picture

  • J. R. Loweabout a year ago

    Ooof what a haunting acrostic 😍

  • Oh my, that last line especially hit me so hard! Beautifully poignant poem and I loved it!

  • Babs Iversonabout a year ago

    Spectacular and heartbreaking!!!❤️❤️💕

  • Oneg In The Arcticabout a year ago

    Ouuf, really evoked some grimy senses here. Nicely done

  • Heather Hublerabout a year ago

    This felt deep and gross and cool all at the same time! Great writing!!

  • Cathy holmesabout a year ago

    "there is no Lasting Peace against the evil of emotions." Isn't that the truth? This is great, Melissa.

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