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Been Years

by Gilly Wigley

Been years since I've cried so hard, the act seems foreign.
Tears spilling down my cheeks,
a busted fire hydrant in my brain,
gushing out my tear ducts like a busted levi giving way,
0% strength, falling limp.
Knees give out,
and I sink to the ground, dying inside.
Breathless screams, in one ear and out the other,
prod my body with every sliver of self-doubt one could summon.
Been years since I've cried so hard, the act seems foreign.
So hard, my head spins.
So hard, my head crumbles.
The first wave begins to subside,
The first wave begins to settle.
Maybe it will be alright.
Maybe it will be okay.
Like HELL.
Little does one know,
there are 2,839 more waves to go.
Each one the same.
Each one different.
Each one more deathly than the last.
Each one absolutely necessary.
Been years since I've cried so hard, the act seems foreign.
Maybe things will be alright.
Maybe things will be okay.
Maybe.
Probably.

10/09/2011

Posted on 10/09/2011
Copyright © 2019 Gilly Wigley

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Shannon McEwen on 10/09/11 at 03:48 PM

Gilly, this really captures that pure, raw emotion you feel when at a moment in time your world is altered and not for the good.

Posted by Quinn Vokes on 10/16/11 at 12:42 AM

Thank you for writing about a single moment that we all feel, but can so seldom express. Wonderfully done.

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