Mark Normand


Cold - Poem by Mark Normand

When I wake up cold and empty.
After all the good within me.
Slowly drains out of a hole and I can't cry.
I try to speak and all at once I find.
I have no feelings or emotions left inside.
There is no smile upon my face.
I'm trapped inside this lonely place.
Even though I searched the world I'll never find.
An answer to the questions in my mind.


Comments about Cold by Mark Normand

  • Rookie - 427 Points Chris Zachariou (8/9/2014 5:48:00 AM)

    Wonderful poem exploring the depths of loneliness. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Scott Szary (7/7/2012 12:23:00 PM)

    Very good poem. I is uniquely written and carries a very deep meaning. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Sawan Dhyani (7/7/2012 1:11:00 AM)

    Nice poem Mark. Good. I like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 7, 2012

Poem Edited: Friday, August 10, 2012


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