Why My Heart Is Crying

Sometimes I feel like no one cares

I’m on my own and no one’s there

I’ll die alone, that’s what I fear

I’m dying slow and I’m aware

I try to cry but can’t find a tear

 

Sometimes I feel my life is dark

because my past has played a part

And in my self-destructing

I feel like I’m combusting

My inner peace and me are fussing

The outer me was struck by lightning

And that is why my heart is crying

 

E. W.

Lia Venchi

Cool Breeze Art, Minneapolis, MN