Hey ho, it’s another poem! I wrote this one last year during a writer’s club lunchtime break, as part of an exercise. We all had to write in the style of a Particular poem by a Particular person, neither of which I remember, besides the fact that we had to choose an imperative verb and follow the same structure. It’s a bit melodramatic, but is that not the point?
Weep
It feels good
It squeezes all the stress out
That’s what Jesus did
When he held all the sins
and it was hurting
whether it mattered
whether it’s real
it was a pretty brave thing to do
in this macho world
where men aren’t supposed to have feelings
everything happens for a reason
except mostly it never does
sometimes good people
go through inexplicable pain
while bad people wander free
mostly people are people
neither good nor bad
and everything happens
without reason
just weep
like when
Jerry Smith
is being pathetic
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