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I drown on the tears
no one will see.
Drops fall from my eyes
like blood
and rest on a white pillowcase
that is marred
with the evidence of
my sorrows.
For not all parting
is sweet
sorrow,
but rather
a bitter sorrow
full of pain
that flows but never
ebbs.
Sometimes it is hard to find
Sometimes it is hard to find comfort in loneliness. Thank you for your comment!
Crying alone...not always
Crying alone...not always bad, but it sounds like this person is not at all comfortable with crying alone. Sad poem....very sad.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "