A Silent Cry
I was sitting here thinkingabout the course of my life.
The little love I had of self,
the love for my kids, and my ex-wife.
Just thinking about lost love,
lost pride, and lost romance.
Sometimes I find myself
in somewhat of a trance.
Forever pondering the question of
"How did this happen" Or maybe "Why".
Never able to see the answer
so I stay in a silent cry.
Examining the change from good to bad,
from bad to terrible, from terrible to worst.
Desperately wishing I could relive my life
and somehow get things to how they were at first.
Pain sometimes finds me happy
or filled inside with great joy.
Remembering times I've spent with my son,
my daughter, and my baby boy.
My memory also shows me fragments
of a life I let pass me by.
I'm unable to change the pass
so I remain in a silent cry.
Each night in my dreams, or should I say nightmares,
I see each mistake.
I toss, I turn, I hurt, I cry, and finally
drenched in a cold sweat I awake.
Sometimes the things I want from life
just seem to disappear.
Good health, good job, good home, and wife,
just love without the fear.
You're hearing or reading the same conclusion,
a death, or reason to die.
If you can't tell the difference,
all you'll hear is a silent cry!!!
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By: Jon M. Broadnax
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