The end of trying

Overwhelming feelings

It’s a poet’s wet dream

Never before, don’t need it after

Puke on paper

These overwhelming feelings

Testing times, testy rhymes

What do you know of sadness?

My soul asks me.

I know enough to write a poem

I snap angrily.

It will be a miracle

When these eyes stop streaming

Tears enough to satisfy a parched land

But not enough for my own dry throat.

Sad songs help some

Guttural moans are released then

I feel animal like passion.

Crazy eyes search, but never find

Even a trace of compassion.         

When do I stop crying?

Should I quit complying?

I’m tired of lying,

Does this poem signify,

The end of trying?