April 3rd – Cry


My cry, do you hear?
See these silent tears?
You love me so much
Yet you hurt me such
Your hands they caress
Stroke my golden tress
Yet when you do strike
Gifts pain, hurt alike
You once held me dear
Nowadays, you I fear
Leave my life now alone
You destroyed my home
Each dream I had got
Now they remain forgot
I hate because of you
You never loved me true
No more I dream to fly
Lost in darkness, I cry

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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