phedra

here is one of my more morbid poems...::sniff::...

"Cry Me A River"

Sometimes the pain of solitude is unseen
other times it is overwhelming
I'm so invisible often even I forget I am here
To understand pain one must live trough it
till it cuts one's soul
Have you ever cried yourself to sleep
for the panic of death loomed so close?
when you finally noticed I was already gone
Don't look to me for help
for I can barely help myself
I don't give sympathy for I recieve none
look at me and you will find I am disappearing
Tears that drift down my face are the remaining shards of my soul
Screams of panic cannot be heard when they are only in one's head.


Many lines put ttogether to form a thought...does it work?

....Adri