No More Tears

No More Tears

Once, I was a well overflowing–I bled emotion with the ease of a wound that never learned to clot,
Love, pain, anger, grief–each with its season,
Each with its own relentless plot.
I used to weep for every loss, every goodbye,
Felt the ache so deeply it swallowed the light,
But now I stand in the ruins of what was,
No more tears left to fall,
The flood has dried, the well gone tight.

Numbness is a kind of freedom,
But also a prison–
A place where the world passes in pantomime,
Where sadness is a theory, pain is a lesson,
And all the color is drained from time.
There’s a cold inside me, deeper than winter,
I keep waiting for the storm,
But it never comes,
Just the rain,
Just the empty norm.

There are days when I watch you searching my face,
Looking for sorrow, a crack, any trace
Of the person who used to cry at every song,
But the mask never slips,
The pain never throngs.
I am frozen in place, a statue of absence,
A survivor who cannot break free,
No more tears, nothing left to believe.

Sometimes I wish for the ache to return,
To feel the sharp burn of loss or the sweet pain of yearning,
But my eyes stay dry, my heart is stone,
I stare at the ceiling, at the wall,
And think only of how alone
I have become.

I am lost in silence, drowning slow–
The world a blur,
My body an echo,
Love a story I remember but do not own.

You grieve for us, I can see it,
But I can’t meet you there,
No more tears,
No more warmth,
Just the chill,
Just the stare.

I wish I could find a way out,
Wish I could beg the sky for rain,
But the well is empty, the ground is dry–
No more tears,
No more pain.

Numbness has taken over,
I have learned to live without longing,
Without memory,
Without the old familiar ache.
No more tears–
Only silence,
Only sleep.