Sunday, September 6, 2009

Untouched

wrenched from where it belongs,
watching while it writhes,
drenched in tears,
leaving abandoned hope,
agony that can't be heard.
forced pretenses in cool remembrance,
while the healing does not begin,
and begging continues,
for life to hang.
the tune continues,
playing out the pain,
in wrenching jeers.



1 comment:

Mel Mel said...

love this poem
can feel the sorrow and sadness in it

"wrenched from where it belongs,watching while it writhes,drenched in tears,leaving abandoned hope,agony that can't be heard"

"playing out the pain,in wrenching jeers."