God of our silent tears
Why must my tears be silent?
God of our weary years
Why can't my cry be heard?
Surely been 'buked
And surely been scorned
Why hasn't anyone rescued me from my suffering?
Maybe because they don't know I'm suffering
But, why don't they know I'm suffering?
Because they can't hear my cry
But, why can't my cry be heard?
Because my tears have been silenced
Shut up
Hushed
Made invisible before they ever fell from my cheek
So its as if I never cried
As if I was never hurt
As if I never felt pain
As if my heart was never broken
As if my smile never left
As if...
God of our silent tears
Why must my tears be silent?
And God of our weary years
Why can't my cry be heard?
Surely been hurt
So why can't anyone see my pain?
No one can see my pain
And no one can hear my cry
Its as if I'm invisible
Or better yet...
As if I don't even exist
So...
God of our silent tears
Why must my tears even fall?
(c)2008
6.29.2008
Posted by Boss Lady at 12:32 PM
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2 comments:
there is too much emotion in this and too much pain and need of understanding from some human outlet. it is too much for this emotionless bastard to understand. this seems like a professional poem, you took sorrow and emptiness and turned it in to a series of questions that are all rhetoric and unanswerable. not like artists usually do. you are different and unique through hidden talent just like your emotions
beautiful.
let your emotions continue to flow.
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