I Don't Have Any Tears Left

All these years and all that pain...

I don't have any tears left.

Rebuff, reproach, and harsh disdain...

I don't have any tears left.

He ignored his wife and loving sons...

I don't have any tears left.

Chased drink, and women and fleeting fun...

I don't have any tears left.

I told them that day in the courthouse...

I don't have any tears left.

He left us flat, so lost, my spouse...

I don't have any tears left.

For twelve long years my ex has been gone...

I don't have any tears left.

The phone call last night said he's passing on...

I thought I had no tears left.

My cheeks are wet and my heart has an ache...

There's been a hole there since the day that he left.

My children are with him, my prayers they take...

And all these tears that are left.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

They say that you can read an author's work and see into his/her soul.  If that is true, you will see a murky place in mine today...

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Judy Costea's picture

Jessica,
Reading this poems, goes right to my heart.. For I too have had pain like this.. When you go through something like this, it makes you become numb to crying... your love turns to pity for that sick soul...
This poem is such a sad picture of what your beautiful heart went through...
Thank you for sharing this with me..
Peace and Love
Judy

Lesa Gay's picture

Dear Jessica,

I don't know how, but of all the people I read, you works always touches me to the core of my being.

I think we are much alike me and you.

I think that our friend Gary, just above, says so beautifully exactly how I feel about your work. You make me laugh, you make me cry, you make me so very glad that we are friends.

Love,
Lesa

Christine M's picture

Your poems are emotion on paper.

aaron aaronsen's picture

Woman, hold onto to your tears; I'll cry many of mine for you. This work is SO lonley. But there is to much life to live yet, and your to young for crying. You sure know how to express loneliness an sadness. But dont cry anymore, plaese. No one but your self is worth your sweet tears, and especially no dumbe man.

Alf's picture

As I know you fairly well now. I understand what you are saying in this poem. Lots of women would feel the same pain.