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you saw sadness,
and you never noticed the pain.

you heard the thunder,
and ignored the rain.

but yet you wonder,
just why you dug my grave.

you saw, my dear.

but you cannot see.
You only saw what I was feeling but didn't see the real pain that I felt.
 May 2015 Psychoticries
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In me a child was raised,
in me a child drowns.
Flung so far deep into the water,
That the surface is a misty cloud.

Its first steps marked my scope
The last steps do not leave a trail.
The son I lost to the waves,
The last I had, the last I knew.

Big bright eyes, the deep blue sea.
First words, a distant memory.
Building dreams on the beach.
Each demolished in pride and pain.
That little terror in my womb.
Fate's play.

The child I carried in my heart
The playful kid that I was.
Last goodbye, my son.
For I have stopped playing for good.

In me a child was raised,
in me a child drowns.
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