Cry of a Wounded Soul

Laura Lond
I do not cry. I smirk or grin
While staring in the face of life;
So many ugly things I've seen,
So much misfortune, pain, and strife.

I hate her, cruel and unfair,
This life that plays me like a toy,
But no, ma'am: even in despair
My tears you never will enjoy.

We come, we're played, and then we die.
Where are you, God, in all this game??
I do not cry... Well, it's a lie.
I weep inside, the same.

PS. I wrote this poem a couple of years ago when I was in an ongoing tough situation, and the world seemed black. I am happy to report that I do see some colors in it today. :)

Published by Laura Lond

I have done many things in my life, from picking herbs for the local pharmacy when I was a kid to working for large international corporations, but I have always wanted to be a writer.  View profile

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  • cathiesbloggs4/16/2008

    Deep emotions are shown here !!!...

  • 3lilangels3/19/2008

    Wow very beautiful job here!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  • Pearlygates3/15/2008

    Beautiful poem. I am also glad to hear the color is coming back in your life.

  • Quixotic_Kiss3/15/2008

    A wonderful poem! Glad you're out of the black these days!

  • SAIKAT KUMAR DUTTA3/15/2008

    very heartfelt, very nice writing.

  • SAIKAT KUMAR DUTTA3/15/2008

    very heartfelt, very nice writing.

  • Girl Gone Fishing3/14/2008

    What a beautiful poem! You did such a wonderful job. Now that you are happy, you need to write an "I'm happy now" poem to compliment it.

  • R. Elizabeth C. Kitchen3/13/2008

    Great piece and I am glad that you are feeling "colorful" now!

  • Joshua McMorrow-Hernandez3/12/2008

    I'm so happy to hear the color is back in your life! :-)

  • Laura Lond3/11/2008

    Thanks everyone for your nice comments. :)

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