The Silent Cry Poetry Collection

No Hope for the Hopeless

There's a noise inside my head,

And the darkness it is dead.

It burns inside my soul,

Leaving me hollow and un-whole.

There's a taste of metal on my lips,

And my lungs it dares to rip.

Travels to my aching heart,

Once it stops, it won't start.

There's a scent of poison in the air,

And it twists and turns through my hair.

Breathe it in so cold and deep,

What you sow you shall reap.

There's a crimson river on my hand,

And it drips over every skin strand.

Sleep tonight in defeat,

Can't decide if it's trick or treat.

There's a blurring in my sight,

And my lashes stick so tight,

Let the salt embrace the floor,

Red rimmed eyes look so sore.

It echoes through my fragile chest,

This dominating helplessness,

For there is only so much I can do,

To turn the sky a different hue.