Save A Life
Crying at nightĀ
But the tears are out of sightĀ
Of anyone elseĀ
Master of stealthĀ
And not showing emotionĀ
They never show the commotionĀ
Of what's insideĀ
They have learned to lieĀ
Because they have been scorned beforeĀ
And they don't want that feeling anymoreĀ
So hiding has become a way of lifeĀ
But it cuts them up like a knifeĀ
You never know who this isĀ
They have become too good at thisĀ
So you won't see them weakĀ
It is not attention they seekĀ
So they remain hiddenĀ
That's a givenĀ
You never see how they feltĀ
Until one day, their facade will meltĀ
But it might be too lateĀ
Because they beat their fateĀ
Now they are goneĀ
They ended their songĀ
You can't save themĀ
They are amongst the angel menĀ
So be careful and be niceĀ Ā
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 āŖā«ā„ā«āŖ