I cry out
screaming from the top of my lungs
awaiting in this silent night
catawampus
frivolous
an unfavorable lament
in the hears of the wise
like solo without sound
the world look to me-
an unpleasant and vile sight
not a soul awoken
to ease the broken
and now, twisted heart
I lay alone in this wild
the tears are my comforter
the shattered heart-
is the bed I lay on
the pain are the memories-
I now rest my head on
won't you save me?
©dav754
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