It's like a battlefield.
A cry of war that is never answered.
It's like a doctor's news,
When they tell you, that you have cancer.
Like the white flag,
You put up to surrender.
Because my heart, won't make it home for dinner.
When it seems it's almost over,
Clouds floating in the sky.
Until you finally remember,
You were never asked why.
Voices with no words,
They asked, they tried.
Only to be left with a whisper,
That slowly died.
All because, she doesnt hear me cry.
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Pocket Book
PoetryA new set of poems. Some are regular poems and others a lyricals. Please leave any suggestions/feedback! Everything is appreciated!!!
