Silent Cry
Type: Poem
Title: Silent Cry
Length: 173
Rating: PG-13
Silent Cry
There is a silent cry though it’s louder than any bomb. The room echo’s with the shrieks of sadness and torment, for I am lonely
CAN’T YOU HEAR IT???
No words were ever spoken, no sound was ever made, but my eyes cry out for somebody, anybody to help me, I am dieing
CAN’T YOU HEAR IT???
Apparently you can’t people always said I was quiet. So I louder I cry, louder I scream. Yet I grow even more silent I just sit there never speaking never moving. I just sit there staring into a dream world, my soul is dead
CAN’T YOU HEAR IT???
If you can your ignoring it so I must not be cared for my eyes my last living part of suddenly fade into dullness when I kick the chair away and fall into the hard edge of leather. With my last breathe of life I open my mouth and speak with the voice a world never knew, I ask but one simple question……………….
....…WHY COULDN’T YOU HEAR IT???????
Author's Notes
I wrote this in junior high when I was twelve/thirteen. I was very depressed then, and thought gothic poetry (Emo didn't exist yet) was cool. I tried to mimic that gothyness. Actually this is one of four poems I wrote all with in the same week while I was home sick. This was the one of the two that I was truly inspired to write and was proud of and happy with the way it came out. Actually this WAS my favourite, it was also the first one I wrote. I realize NOW that it sucks and I was too young and amateurish (still am) but I can recognize that it was one of th better ones of that time.
Title: Silent Cry
Length: 173
Rating: PG-13
Silent Cry
There is a silent cry though it’s louder than any bomb. The room echo’s with the shrieks of sadness and torment, for I am lonely
CAN’T YOU HEAR IT???
No words were ever spoken, no sound was ever made, but my eyes cry out for somebody, anybody to help me, I am dieing
CAN’T YOU HEAR IT???
Apparently you can’t people always said I was quiet. So I louder I cry, louder I scream. Yet I grow even more silent I just sit there never speaking never moving. I just sit there staring into a dream world, my soul is dead
CAN’T YOU HEAR IT???
If you can your ignoring it so I must not be cared for my eyes my last living part of suddenly fade into dullness when I kick the chair away and fall into the hard edge of leather. With my last breathe of life I open my mouth and speak with the voice a world never knew, I ask but one simple question……………….
....…WHY COULDN’T YOU HEAR IT???????
Author's Notes
I wrote this in junior high when I was twelve/thirteen. I was very depressed then, and thought gothic poetry (Emo didn't exist yet) was cool. I tried to mimic that gothyness. Actually this is one of four poems I wrote all with in the same week while I was home sick. This was the one of the two that I was truly inspired to write and was proud of and happy with the way it came out. Actually this WAS my favourite, it was also the first one I wrote. I realize NOW that it sucks and I was too young and amateurish (still am) but I can recognize that it was one of th better ones of that time.