A life erased
by whispered lies.
A history that vanished
while the future dies,
A destiny not chosen
scarred by dreams despised.
Turning away from hurt
but finding anger in its place,
Fleeing from bitterness
but seeing only vast, empty space.
Is there no way of escape,
no way out of this dark night?
A path of grief and shame,
no glimpse of hope in sight.
If no one sees you,
do you really exist?
If no one hears you,
do you have a voice?
If no one cares,
does it really matter?
If no one knows,
is it even true?
A life erased,
by whispered lies.
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6 comments:
Wow. That's all. Just WOW.
Hi lily. :)
Angela,
The words are the same because we've walked the same path. I'm sorry for your pain too.
beautiful, poignant poetry, grace. thanks for sharing it with us.
can i use it in a writing workshop as a sample?
Sure Pam. I don't claim to be a poet though, just a melancholy typist occasionally.
Grace,
Thank you for sharing this with me. In my 'poem', I felt able to reveal my heart in a non-revealing way. The play with words offers protection, but allows purging.
I look forward to continuing to walk with you as we 'recover'!
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