A shot in the dark,
and I'm on the ground.
If tears were blood,
I would have been dead
that cold, harsh night
on the grass
outside my workplace.
I would have bled out
on that back room floor
as I stared up
at that blood red sign
and cried to my heart's content.
The rain falls quietly,
something I still feel
in the numb state of mind
I am in.
No pain.
No happpiness.
No sorrow.
No love.
No, definitely not love.
Just the silence.
Only the rain
as it falls onto my cold skin.
I may as well be dead.
Because, according to Arron,
no one would care.
Author notes
Comme tojours, Apprecier.
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oooh my dear, i have read and felt your emotion through this poem, so sad and such agonizing sorrow. my dear, never forget i love you.
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Not sure what this is for but I did enjoy it very much. You did a good job on the poem Thank you so much for sharing this write.
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Thank you =)
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