Drowning In A Sea Of Tears
Drowning in a sea of tears is a poem about a person who feels sadness and pain but still is unable to express his pain to the world around him. I think sometimes in life we experience such situations that make us miserable people.
Writing I Feel Can Help in Overcoming Such a Situation
Pain can cause us to lose sight of who we truly are. I believe that writing can help in such a difficult time. Words have the power to heal us and can help us to convey our thoughts and emotions to the world out there. A world that is blind and deaf to our silent cries. Even if we think they still can’t hear, why not try to imagine our world that can listen to us, to our cries, our pain, a world of imagination and dreams?
Here’s the poem: Drowning In A Sea Of Tears
I’m drowning in a sea of my tears,
I am terrified of my fears.
I’m resisting the weeping sound,
So that no one nearby can hear.
When I put pen to paper,
nothing comes out of my brain;
all that comes out is tears;
I am drowning in my fears.
I just can’t put into words, what’s happening.
My heart is filled with pain,
But I don’t know how to explain.
I’m afraid I’ll die in vain.
I don’t want anyone to see tears in my eyes,
Yet I want myself to express and write,
Write such a painful poem, that
It can bring tears to the eyes.
I want my words to shout my pain,
So that I don’t have to explain.
I want my words to scream so loud,
So that I can gather a crowd.
I want to create a world of my imagination,
Where I can convey my anguish and emotions.
I’d like for them to hear my sigh!
I want them to understand what makes me cry.
What is that load that burdened my heart?
What is it that is tearing my soul apart?
I’d like to write my tale in such a manner,
That it dispels all of my fears.
I don’t like the fashion of this world
They bound my ankles and control my flight.
I don’t want to lose my sanity and my pride.
This is my life, and I have all the rights.
I’m worried if anybody understands my feelings,
I know it has nothing to do with anything.
Everyone is so busy with their own living,
Why would anyone stop and ask me about my weeping?
My pain is mine and so are my tears,
Let me splash them on paper and canvas.
Tears are ink, that I fill in my pen now,
Whatever I’ve written here, I’m not sure how.
There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.
—Laurell K. Hamilton
by Misbah Sheikh ©
I love writing poems. Poetry, in my opinion, is a fun way to express emotions. I enjoy conveying messages of love through my poetry.
– Misbah Sheikh
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