by Bob D. Caterino

Created on: April 23, 2010   Last Updated: December 04, 2010

I fall into a hole, others standing above looking down.

They listen but cannot hear,

they look but cannot see.

I frown, I cry, beating the walls, behind the walls

trying to make someone understand, someone extend a hand

the loneliness, the pain of silence.

My sentence is not justified.

I have done nothing to deserve this.

I never cheat, or lie

I can only be me for others to see.

So alone, so dark, so cold then finally

I see you walking over to me,

as it starts raining from above.

I am alone no more

as the rain falls like glitter on my soul.

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