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No One Is There
Silence…
Silence…
High-pitches in my ears
Thorns stabbing in the back of my eyes
Pushing out blood and tears
Vanished…
Never to appear again…
The person is gone
Nothing can be done
What to do with all this bleeding and tearing?
Except feeling more lost and torn apart because no one is listening
Drips of pain in form of blood
Drips of sorrow in form of tears
Staining the white tiles
With saltiness and fresh blood
Time is washing the stains away
Taking years and years to do so
When the pain inside has left a burnt hole
With fire sparks of anger and remembrance
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Thank you for your question.
This poem I had created is a reminder to all audience to cherish the individuals that they admire as if there is not another day.
In my case this poem is refering to my best friend. The woman who brought me into this world. =]