Screaming To The Dead

I can scream my lungs out till heaven shatters,
But I doubt you'd hear me
Maybe it's true your gone
Maybe it's the truth thats empty.

I can call your name with no response,
Because I doubt you're there,
Well at least I still have the company,
Of the times that we used to share.

Those times are dead now,
You took them underground,
Safe in your coffin,
They'll always be bound.

And I miss you sometimes,
Not that you'll ever know,
But maybe you'll feel it,
Because I'll never let you go.

I wish I can hold you again
I wish I can hear your voice
But that was taken from me,
And it wasn't by choice.

And if I learned anything,
Is how painful the truth comes out to be,
When you realize,
You can't put your arms around a memory.

Reviews

[Jaded Mermaid]

The rawness delights in our misery. You bring out tragedy mixed with a defiant rebellion brewing in the mind.

[Taylor Williams]

i like how honest to the speaker this poem is, wouldn't change a damn thing about it. good work!