Forsaken Me. Poem by Holly Heron

Forsaken Me.



I lay here on this bed of grass,
And feel my pain break through,
A rain pelts down,
This acid rain that burns,
Distracting me from pain deep down,
These emotions overwhelm,
Lonliness,
But crowded,
Mute,
But screaming,
Listening,
But death,
I lay here forsaken by all,
But still my life beats on.

Monday, February 20, 2006
Topic(s) of this poem: emotions,lonliness,rain
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