Each day as evening starts to set
The ache builds in my chest
I know I must go to bed
And try to get some rest
I hug my tearstained pillow close
When no one is around
And cry for the one I loved and lost
And scream without a sound
Others see me in the day
And think I'm doing well
But every day as evening sets
I enter my own hell
Time hasn't healed my pain at all
Or quieted my fears
So every night, alone in bed
I shed those silent tears.
- Author: Shayl Mantei (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: October 1st, 2020 17:34
- Category: Love
- Views: 14
Comments2
I love the versing you have in this poem. It's definitely a pain I'm sure many of us have experienced. Wishing you some happier nights to come
Those silent tears will pass, they have for me.
Andy
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