These tears; they fall
And I should not exist at all
But the water marks my existence
Like these scars mark my resistance
And these lies; they crawl
Down the steps and through the hall
Until they're strangling my neck
And my heart beat is but a failing wreck
And this hate! It calls!
It builds in my chest- as big as a ball
And I can't contain myself, you know
I've become as cold as the wind that blows
And this hurt! It mauls!
It shreds me to pieces- one and all
And if I could just hear salvation's bell
I might be able to crawl my way out of hell
But this silence! It stalls!
It grips my soul- it's a cabal
And should I never be heard again
I would say the silence was my only friend
Oh, these tears; they fall
And I can do naught with them at all
Except wait for the end of the flood
And hope it doesn't end with my blood.
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Remebrance
PuisiA book of poems written by me. Any poem I write will go in this book. Thanks for reading.
