Sandra Feldman

The Cry - Poem by Sandra Feldman

When you're alone,
You feel unborn,
When someone dear,
Is no longer near,
You feel disowned,
Darkness fills,
The atmosphere,
Life becomes painfully seared,
Tears become your comfort zone.

It's hard, I know,
It's the hardest thing,
We must go thru,
And the pain never stops,
No matter what you do.

Topic(s) of this poem: loss

Comments about The Cry by Sandra Feldman

  • Rajnish Manga (11/13/2015 2:57:00 AM)

    We are social and long for our nears and dears for company. It is really a big shock and setback when we are thrown into the abyss of loneliness at a moment when we need them by our side so badly. The poem creates a poignant atmosphere. Thanks, Sandra.
    When you're alone,
    Tears become your comfort zone.
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  • (11/13/2015 2:05:00 AM)

    I can relate to the emptiness of losing a loved one. Lovely poem Sandra. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, November 13, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, November 13, 2015

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