Fatal CutA Poem by lhawkinsAnd I, the same, when my cheeks are taut Don’t show the redd’ning tears I fought. And they, they watch from a distance away But do not hear the cries of dismay. And they, they think, they think they see hope, But all I see is the nearing of rope. And now I want my door to shut So I can draw the fatal cut. And then I’ll lie in my waiting bed To dream sweet dreams of glorious red. Horizon lines I see the next day Did little to keep the darkness away. © 2015 lhawkins |
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Added on October 19, 2015 Last Updated on October 19, 2015 Tags: sadness, depression, poem, loneliness, alone |