I cry and cry and don’t know why.
My body clenches into knots
As violent grief explodes in pain
Until it subsides into a sigh.

Regrets and barely hidden guilt
Flood away more fonder themes,
Leaving residues of memories
That lay behind like mud and silt.

Grief lies dormant, like a ball
At rest until it can be kicked.
It takes up residence inside
And flares unbidden if at all.

I cannot speak the hurt I feel
For fear that others may not care.
I am in prison, locked within
A mystery that will not heal.