Save A Life
Crying at night
But the tears are out of sight
Of anyone else
Master of stealth
And not showing emotion
They never show the commotion
Of what's inside
They have learned to lie
Because they have been scorned before
And they don't want that feeling anymore
So hiding has become a way of life
But it cuts them up like a knife
You never know who this is
They have become too good at this
So you won't see them weak
It is not attention they seek
So they remain hidden
That's a given
You never see how they felt
Until one day, their facade will melt
But it might be too late
Because they beat their fate
Now they are gone
They ended their song
You can't save them
They are amongst the angel men
So be careful and be nice
You just might save a life
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Comments
A lot of readers/reviewers think it is okay to be cold, cruel and crass when reviewing the poetry of others simply because of the anonymity that sitting behind a keyboard perhaps miles away affords them.
However, nothing could be further from the truth.
Writing (with poetry, especially) our thoughts down for all the world to see is not an easy thing to do. We should always temper critique with a modicum of tact an kindness. After all, there is a real, honest-to-goodness person on the other end of those words. They have feelings, hopes and dreams just like the rest of us.
Nicely written, Ash T.
~Dean Kuch ♪♫♥♫♪