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4. Weeping
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Sojourner Series When you are
Surrounded
By pain
Inundated
Tears are a relief
Relief that you can still cry
That the brokenness of the world has not
Mingled
Inside
I
Where was I
I
I just want to go home!
And I can feel a scream lodged
in the back of my throat
it forces my tears up and out
Screaming
Wailing
I gasp
Make it stop!
Make it stop!
There is only pain now
A bitterest copse
fucking
Make it
Fucking
Stop!
Trembling
Wasting
Do I prefer this
Or do I prefer nothing
When the sorrow isn't wailing
But static white noise
My mind silent
My belly not heaving
My cheeks unwetted
I'm not certain where the pain begins
Every time it starts I fear it's never-end
I'm not certain where I am
I'm not certain
I'm not certain
The brevity of most of the
The brevity of most of the lines gives this poem a forward energy, and an authentic tone---showing us a mind in contemplation, but not contemplation in leisure, but in distress as the distress is going on around it and within it. The poem ends with a kind of quiet scream of uncertainty.
And that mysterious term, never-end: is that a state of mind, a place in the soul, some eerie site that appears nowhere on any map and yet is always turning up everywhere?
Starward