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No One

Contributed by pwei on Tuesday, 30th March 2004 @ 05:00:49 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry

No one now can hear me crying, the night is long alone
No one knows what song I’m humming, my heart is turned to stone
No one hurts the way I hurt now, waiting for the dawn,
Too many noble queens and bishops, I am but a pawn.

No one now can see me sweating, mop my fevered brow,
No one knows the grief I’m getting, living life for now.
No one cares and no one bears it, the way I have to live,
Too many bacteria are taking, nothing left to give.

Most people my age are now dreaming of their life ahead,
Most of my thoughts are with dying, the peacefulness of the dead.
Most of my nights I get weaker, my breath is going to fail,
Lots of people aim for tans this year, I’m going for snow white pale.

Most of my friends are sympathetic, but live their lives in joy,
Most of my days were spent much like them, I was quite a boy.
Most of my dreams are so active, products of my life.
Too many candid little moments, wake up, replaced by strife.

No one now can hear me crying, there are no more tears to flow,
No one here can hear my sighing, nowhere left to go.
There must be thousands other people, waiting for the dawn,
All alone and feeling helpless as another day is born.

Copyright Â© pwei ... [ 2004-03-30 17:00:49]
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Re: No One (User Rating: 1 )
by JadedExistence on Wednesday, 31st March 2004 @ 02:59:32 AM AEST
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I can definitely relate to this. Amazingly well written. Very good.
~JadedExistence~

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