Scream

I write with pain and paper
The tears become my ink
I live each day like it's my last
While standing on the brink

My words become my saviour
They tell me where to go
Tomorrow has no meaning
A place I do not know

The paper is my shelter
It hides my past mistakes
My heart will tell me what to say
Before it finally breaks

My soul cries out in sad remorse
But no one hears me cry
No one offers a helping hand
They only pass me by

A poet's words will always scream
Before they disappear
A thousand people will read my verse
But none will truly hear

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Destiny Budd

March 18, 2013 at 5:19 PM

Another great and truthful write. That last stanza ended it beautifully.

Ralph Taylor

February 6, 2013 at 2:58 PM

So true. Great write. Enjoyed. Ralph

Elizabeth O'Driscoll

January 28, 2013 at 1:21 PM

Wonderful Rhyme Larry, most of us have been on the edge sometime or other, as long as we are aware of it we won't fall, live for today is what i say, tomorrow may never come, love Elizabet