Why I Cry

When the heart twists in agony
The pangs of pain hurt so bad
Senses go numb
Lips go dumb
and sensibilities retard.

Distraught nerves throb so fast
Breath caught in an aching gasp
The throat tight and choking
Fingers twitching and groping
trying yet helpless
unable to express

Feelings so tender, bruised and sore
Ideals shaken, beliefs unsure
Smarting under each willful attack
much too hurt to hurl it back

Two eyes gaze up in prayer
Two tears roll down, my saviour...

Wrote a poem after a long time in answer to a question I've been asked many times and one which I've wanted to find an answer to. Hope I've been able to convey at least some bit of what happens to make the tears come.