I hate the sound of my crying
a thing I wrote
By Melissa IngoldsbyPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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


Comments (7)
Love the dramatic feel in this poem. Perfect Cover picture
Ooof what a haunting acrostic 😍
Oh my, that last line especially hit me so hard! Beautifully poignant poem and I loved it!
Spectacular and heartbreaking!!!❤️❤️💕
Ouuf, really evoked some grimy senses here. Nicely done
This felt deep and gross and cool all at the same time! Great writing!!
"there is no Lasting Peace against the evil of emotions." Isn't that the truth? This is great, Melissa.