Whispers Unheard
my friend I've met you in
the most peculiar way
I feel what you feel I cry
as though we speak.....
my friend your not alone
in this world I too have felt
the loneliness the fear..
one day life won't seem so
cold you'll see the wondrous
ways of human kind.......
crying so loud but a cry
that isn't heard in hearts
or oides of others...
shamefully I speak of remorse
and guilt as for me
a life altering journey...
A blade that cuts me open
doesn't leave a trace but grasping
for comfort it bleeds blood of sorrow
blood of death......
Copyright © Madelin Barton | Year Posted 2013
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