Weaker Not Stronger
The day my friend died
Was also the first day in years that i cried
Where i live you dont cry
Crying is a weakness and you will die
I hate it here
The place I live is the place people fear
Keep me safe i pray night after night
And yet i go closer and closer to the light
I will be here for only a short time longer
And yet it makes me weaker not stronger
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
