Prompt: Write a poem about the last time you cried

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The agony and torture flows throughout my crippled form

The pain becomes too much as my soul crumples

It all comes rushing back- the pain, the betrayal, the infection, the toxin

Its all around me as I breathe

Inhale, exhale- the song remains the same

The verses I sing are too much

My flesh is heavy on my body

I wish to strip it away but I cannot

My flesh is too much

The silence is too loud so I stay quiet as I sob

The silence is too much

Nothing feels real or right

I feel like nothing as I feel something for the first time in a long time

The emptiness is too much

The end is no longer in sight yet the way out feels closer than ever

My mind is fogged

She is eternal

She is unending

She is absolute

She is my pain

She is my fear

She is my suffering

She is my mother

The fear is too much