Cold. - Poem by Gabriella Franco
I scream in pain as i fall to the ground
Oh, God where have I fallen now?
The silent scream shatters the noise
Who knew this would be the last time I'd feel?
Distorted pictures, all around
Dizzy, Disturbed, Oh no, I'm hurt
Where's my heart? There's a hole in my chest
So frightening. Painful. I'm so unreal.
Distant screaming, where's my throat?
I can't make a sound
Someone calling out in the darkness. Terrified.
A knife pierces me through my back
The Pain! So prominent. Where's my soul?
Torn apart. I see a heart. It's broken.
So cold, it crumbles. Could this be mine?
If so, why is this heart black?
When did this happen? where did I fall?
Where is the sky? The ground?
Where am I? I'm lost. So scared.
Blood. from where? My eyes.
Why am I alone? What's this wall?
The... My? screaming is the only sound.
This outsider's pain is all I feel
Blood is the flavor of the tears I cry.
Ripped from my eyes, I didn't want to cry
This isn't me. This is someone else
Where's myself? Who am I and where?
Lost. again. Theres nothing solid
I'm choking. A rope named 'why? '
Thrown from my sky. My mother. I've let her down
'Mom! I'm sorry! help me, I'm scared! '
'I can't, honey, you forgot to hold on
You've let us all down again, my dear
No more chances. We can't have your disgrace
Im sorry. I loved you. But you didn't listen.
You're alone now. As you always knew you were.'
Now I'm being attacked. A wolf named 'Fear'
Where's my laugher, my hiding place?
'Momma please! At least tell me when! '
Silence, again. Sickness with no cure.
Theres no light. It's so dark. Is this a dream?
Reality! Slap me. I can't wake up
Oh no. Is this the end? Am I finished?
I'm still falling. I can't get a foothold.
Why can't I feel my own scream?
I can't even feel my hate for love
My mind painfully starts to reminice.
Alone. The reality of me shows. I'm just cold.
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