The Zoo


The Zoo

I am crying Yet no-one can hear I am dying yet no-one can see Why is there nobody looking at me?

I fake a smile I utter a line I put on a act Of course i am just fine .

Please look deeper I am calling out for you I am now scared and tired I am trapped in my Zoo

I can not escape I can not breath I wait for the day Watching  people grieve.

Do not feel guilty yet i did try and tell But now at least i have escaped from my personnel Hell.


  • SoulMeetsBody

    We all have our inner turmoil, even those who seem to have it all together. Great poem.

  • StephD

    Thanks so much x

  • MendedFences27

    Even in the darkest of dark moments there is a light, not external, but internal. One who can imagine, can always survive. Real Magic, not the work of charlatans, is a product of the human mind. Art, creativity, making something from nothing save words, paint, stone, whatever, is magic. Keep writing as you have here and magic will happen. Loved your poem. Phil A.

  • Goldfinch60

    We all have those dark places in our lives but the light is never missing it is always. there for us all.

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