Never Hurd A Word Poem by Cora Lee

This life may seem to short for hope,
as we lie awake every night.
While if we sleep our dreams do speak,
of failure by the rope.

Then as our human gifts are lies,
can we remain undetected?
While most still feel the harsh pain of regection,
Evil, hurtful little spies.

As the dark takes us all in,
we all seem blinded by light,
quietly stalking in the night,
hopeing we will win.

Screaming, thrashing in our sleep,
we can never get away.
As we plan to stop, to stay,
we always seem to weep.

Quiet down your crying dear,
or the world will know your weak.
As these twisted words do speak,
you never seem to hear...