No Shoulders to Lean On
Take a look at me and you’ll see.
Inside my dark eyes,
Are dark memories.
Memories of a painful life
I used to live.
Now and then,
I want someone to be with me.
I want to feel love.
Love that will accept me
For being me as me.
But nobody cares
Nobody’s there
Nobody’s home
Nobody’s ready
To catch my tears,
Whenever I cry.
There are no shoulders to lean on.
For they all left me
Alone and cold.
Only my pillow knows,
How many liters of tears I cry every night.
Only the silence hears,
How loud I cry but still, no one hears it.
Only my eyes can tell,
How much pain I feel of being left out.
Only my heart knows,
How many times it ached.
Only me. Only me. Alone
My eyelids are heavy.
Loneliness floods again.
I have no handkerchief
For I have nothing.
There are people.
But there are no shoulders to lean on.
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