PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I am the last screams of a drowning man,
Falling upon deaf ears,
Pleading for help,
And a chance to change wasted years.

I am the whispers of the insane,
Mumbled to no one as I lay strapped to my cot,
Whishing they could just understand,
And realize I see something they do not.

I am the sobs of an abused child,
Trying to figure out what I have done,
The remembrance of your hands about my neck,
And your eyes, revealing that you were, indeed, having fun.

I am the last breath of a suicide,
Echoing in an empty room,
Wondering who will mourn my loss,
And cry for a life ended too soon.