I wept alone in the dark
Tears for all life
Taken from me
As I sobbed in the night.
I cried for the weak,
The exiled and flawed.
I cried for the lost
Children of God.
I cried for the hurting,
The blood and the pain.
I cried for all those
Who'll never cry again.
I cried for the thirsty,
And I cried for the brave,
I cried for the soldiers
Sent to the grave.
I cried for the lonely,
The lost and the poor.
I cried for the broken
Left on the floor.
I cried for the dying
And those of ill health
But most of all,
I cried for myself.
Author notes
Written November 11th, 2006
Period of my life when I would cry after seeing a glove on the street [separated from the other glove] to seeing a kitten on the tv [because it was so cute] to seeing a man and woman hugging [because they were so close] - show me something actually sad, and I was screwed. bad time of my life.
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A really excellent poem on what seems to be a very fragile emotional sensitivity. Best of lucl, and thanks for entering.
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I like the last stanza the best. I can relate to the whole thing though, sometimes I just start crying for everything, for things people have to go through, for all the bad things people do and have to go through and sometimes I just cry becuase I've bottle everything up for so long
thankyou for entering my contest
best of luck
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oh i know that feeling only too well... i used to be exactly teh same; heck, i cried if i saw people who were happy on tv - because i'd think that sono something would happen to make them not happy and therefore what was the point in being happy etc etc. 
its rotten way to be
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I love this whole poem but this was my favorite part
I cried for the thirsty,
And I cried for the brave,
I cried for the soldiers
Sent to the grave.
Great job!
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Wow, this was awesome!! Nice write. Cheers!!
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Woot!
Thanks for entering... this is exactly what I was looking for. -
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thank you am pleased that you liked it
it sounds so silly reading back on it, yet i can remember the long nights where i would just cry and cry for anything that came into my head 
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wow you have cried for a lot of ppl. expecting nothing in return you open oyur heart. i love how you put feeling and mojor depth into your poem.
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wow....
I liked the flow .. very easy to read. The last stanza was a real clincher. Wasn't expecting that.
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thank you for your comment.
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Wonderful Poem
This was so heartfelt. A wonderful write!!! I could feel the emotion you wrote every word with. I hope you write some new poetry. Welcome back!!! You take care, Sandy
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Interesting
I can identify with this, sometimes the whole world seems such a cruel and awful place and I just don't want to be a part of it anymore. I think the point at which you realise you are crying mostly for yourself is also the point you tend to decide that actually you need to pull yourself together, get out of bed, have a shower, go to work and STOP WHINGING! It's the only way I manage to keep my life together a lot of the time.
This was well put together Symph, well worded and beautifully crafted as I would expect from you, and it touched me, I can feel this.
Merry Christmas.
LB
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thank you; this was quite a random write that literally happened in the middle of the night, and was then recorded in poetic form as I find it easiest to communicate in that sense ... it helps to know others have been there too
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so THATS why it sounded familiar! I compose as well, and I kept humming this to myself, not realising what it was, and now I remember the song; isn't it called God Help The Outcasts, or something? -scurries to change it lest she be accused of plagerism-
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This is quite a philosophical verse of prose you have here. Wonder can only convey what goes on in the minds of others as they watch the suffering. How can a person pass a homeless person on the street and leave them to die in the cold? Your poem echoes hauntingly amongst the walls of my hearts. Well done and may Livingston, as well as Hughes be your muses.
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amazeing!i have been there once or twice.be strong...i believe in happy endings.
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this is really good the second verse of this poem is from the hunchback of notre dame, i like the way you have used it. keep up the great work.
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