The place for writers: Upload your writing in minutes, receive peer feedback from other writers, poets, authors, then get your work published out there in the real world. Learn how other writers are doing it.
Misery loves company, so I am told
Yet many wonder why I write so dark
In my heart the tears never stop
For cruelty and pain are rampant
Seeing someone smile is out of the norm
Hearing laughter is so scarce
I do not know if I became a poet
To express my pain inside
Maybe it was to give a voice to all who can't
The poor, the weak and the young
They all need someone to speak
For everyday to them is a battle
So weary are they
There is no energy to fight
So now I speak on behalf of all
I am a poet {so I am told}
A poet who writes from the heart
~~This poem can also be found in my profile, but I have had a couple requests to post it under my writings so here you go guys~~
Want to comment on this Poetry? Sign up to Edit Red and you will be able to comment on Poetry and get access to: Upload your own stories and poems, get readers and their feedback, promote your work...
In my humbled opinion, I think you nailed it! I definitely got the emotional tie that bonds you with the silenced cries of others. I am not an editor so I cannot suggest changes in grammar but I am human and can feel the pain expressed in your writing. That is what matters most to me.
It is beautiful
Malcolm, I guess I must be strange. If I don't have time alone to just reflect and remove the harshness I see in everyday life I just become a very moody person. But there are times that I do enjoy the company of others. Thank you
