09/04/2012

I WAS HERE

No point on waiting for tomorrow.
Tomorrow is never going to come.
I'm drowning in my sorrow.
So many voices do I hear.
I am buried beneath them.
My voice is just a whisper.
The silence is deafening.
I will go now.
Turn off the lights.
Close the door.
No one will know that I was ever here.


(Scott David Buckley-09/04/2012)

1 comment:

  1. The cruelty of some will drive one to deep and dark measures when one feels there is no other way out.

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