i whisper
a soft word
from my heart
it is heard
by no one
not for naught
i cry
a soft tear
from my heart
it is felt
by no one
not for naught
no sorrow
tis this
no fear
…………..no pain
a soft tear
that whispers
…………..my name
Explore:
a poet's playground
More from the playground:
the verge
on edge
does one enter
the darkened glen
at dusk
knowingly that night
will soon follow
that the moon’s light won’t filter
through the limbs
the ground
hard and cold
will not comfort
night sounds
will louden
while one’s voice
will silence
courage
Gwenneth, I think this is great…each time i read it I could feel it more…..very nice ….Thank You
Thanks for posting this G. I remember …. I remember the haunting pain and my climb from the hole I was in and your never ending presence of non-judge mental friendship.