Jolene's Poetry

I Cried Last Night

I cried for all the people that died
I cried for the pain in my head
I cried for all those who have tried
And those who dared not tread

I cried for all of the things I'll never be
I cried for those who I have loved
For those who will never love me
And those that have pushed and shoved

I cried for the children in far-away lands
I cried for those who tried to listen
For those who reach with empty hands
And for those who externally seem to glisten

I wept for the faces I will never again see
For the little deer as the hunters close in
I cried for the real and true me
For the beautiful people and those living in sin

I cried for each unwritten word
For the things I cannot explain
I cried for things though so absurd
And all the times we miss the train

I cried for all the unwashed faces
For all the love that will never be received
I cried for all the unwanted places
And all the fantasies never retreived

I sobbed for the light so desperately needed
For the bullets that flew from the gun in your hand
For all the people that begged and pleaded
I cried for all the time that fell away like sand

I wept for the unkind words
For the dirty unkept places of shelter
For all the pretty, dainty birds
And I wept for acts of helter-skelter

I cried for things I cannot touch
For people who live with a needle in their arm
For those things in life that matter so much
And I cried for the animals that meant no harm

I cried for all the eyes that will never see
I wept for all the people who cannot walk a mile
I sobbed for everything that will never be
But beneath all my tears I found a necessary smile.