The dead can't cry...


The dead can't cry...

Left alone,
To think im made of stone,
Or ice so very cold,
Causing me to relive pain so very old,
I want to scream,
Wake up from this horrible dream,
But its all real, 
I wish I didnt have to feel,
I'm so very cold,
From the ice and emptiness that is all that's left of my soul,
Someone help me,
Can't anyone see,
The pain I'm in,
Or has the ignorance is bliss again begun?
Dead inside,
No more places to hide,
Broken heart,
Torn apart,
Tired and bled,
Just shoot me in the head, 
I want to lie down and finally die,
ecause the dead dont cry...

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inkmaster commented on The dead can't cry...


I agree with you! such a painfull write full of heart felt emotion!! wonderful write....Inkmaster



Thx inkmaster

bets commented on The dead can't cry...


It's a really amazing poem, Lunabella. I loved it from start to finish, and the syntax is amazing. Keep it up :) -Bets

To have great poets there must be great audiences too.

Walt Whitman, American Poet (1819-1892)

Lunabella’s Poems (14)

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Behind her smile... 0
Tsk, tsk silly boo 0
No More 1
The Dark Lover 1
Wedding blessing 1
I want... 0
Yo-yo effect 0
The dead can't cry... 2
Michaela's gone... 4
I want to reach out... 1
One day... 1
If you would let me I would... 5
The Simple Things 7
love is the window.... 1