I Cannot Cry Poem by Marsha Youree

The song of the birds, I cannot hear,
The flowers I cannot smell.
I cannot remember the ones I loved,
And the things that I knew so well.

I cannot see the wondrous sights.
My eyes no longer can see
The setting sun, the stars at night,
The beauty of a tree.

I cannot cry, I have no tears,
And yet my heart is filled with fears.
I cannot speak as I did before,
My voice has faded away.
I'm in a world all of my own
I cannot even pray.

I know no difference between day and night,
Time means nothing to me,
I cannot tell the wrongs from right,
Oh, God, what has happened to me?

I long to feel the tender touch
Of someone to light the way,
Someone to lead me out of my world,
And turn the night into day.

I need a strong and gentle hand,
Someone who understands,
Someone who would guide me
Out of these strange and distant lands.