Moore Hope

Rookie - 41 Points (Chicago)

Stone Cold - Poem by Moore Hope

Quiet whispers of desperate cries fill within my head
Life no longer matters to me, the soul within is dead.
I tried the best to live the life you wanted me to lead
But instead of praise you gave me hell, and for this my heart did bleed.
Drop by dropp the blood did drip until the heart turned cold
Anger and depression soon filled the empty mold.
Unfortunately life goes on and so must I it is said.
But love from my heart can never be found, my love to you is dead.

Topic(s) of this poem: abuse, love


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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 18, 2008

Poem Edited: Wednesday, March 14, 2018


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