She walks alone yet another night
The God is dead even the angels cried
Tears dripping from the sky, it's a rainy night
she lays alone under a starry night
Ghosts of her past are the only ones by her side
Shattered dreams, unheard cries
Burden on her chest, she could never really rest
Her heart aches no one really cares
She looks at the sky, with helplessness in her eyes
But God Is dead who will hear her cries
Never really there always helpless and unaware.
- Author: Nemo (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: January 4th, 2020 09:56
- Comment from author about the poem: Life of silence
- Category: Sad
- Views: 25
Comments3
Thank goodness for the positive human spirit within us all which enables us to lift ourselves from the despair you describe so well here.
True but not every one is blessed. I Hope every one finds the inner strength to fight against it.
We will hear her cries and will lead her into the Light of life.
Once again, I fell into your writing with such emotion. It's a very good write and one close to my heart.
Thanks for reading my work 🌹
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