Can anyone see the gun in her hand
Why must such a fragile life end this way
Unnoticeable, as if a grain of sand
In a meaningless life drifting away
Her painful memories taunt her all night
Just pull the trigger and the nightmare stops
The past has gone too far to make it right
Tears from her eyes have dried and there she drops
She doesn't know of any hurt anymore
You can't see the suffering her eyes once yelled
Now everyone knows what her tears were for
If only someone saw the pain she had held
7/21/04
YOU ARE READING
Until then
PoetryI live with a mathematical, logical mind, but tend to be immersed in emotion. The imbalance can both prosper and hinder me. with love, b 1987-until then...
