Submissions by dreaming
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
16th Jun 2013 7:24am
16th Jun 2013 7:24am
Lost Soul
No one noticed the welts on his arms,
I told him to stop, it was giving him scars.
My tears stained clear,
While his wrists stains red.
No one even noticed that he had bled.
Day after day, people strolled by,
caring less that someone would die.
The pain stuck inside him was forced to come out.
No one even noticed, before he had shout.
The coffin was dark like the pain he had dealt.
The people were gloomy like the way he had felt.
His eyes were closed, his body stiff. At least could no longer slice his wrists.
...
I told him to stop, it was giving him scars.
My tears stained clear,
While his wrists stains red.
No one even noticed that he had bled.
Day after day, people strolled by,
caring less that someone would die.
The pain stuck inside him was forced to come out.
No one even noticed, before he had shout.
The coffin was dark like the pain he had dealt.
The people were gloomy like the way he had felt.
His eyes were closed, his body stiff. At least could no longer slice his wrists.
...
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