If anyone will listen
to what I'm about to say,
please understand the hurt I feel
And how I got this way.
Left behind in darkness,
wedged between walls of ice,
I pray that someone hears me,
friend, foe, or even Jesus Christ.
Isolated in my fears,
caught between truth and the lies.
Will someone hear me screaming,
Or hear my desperate, pleading cries?
I don't believe in loving,
or having a caring friend,
because the second that you trust them,
is the second that they bend.
So in this hollow heart of mine
Is a ivy of envy that's staring to twine
and sprout the weeds of guilt
That slowly began to quilt
Over my hatred that began to grow,
Over my soul's ocean to ever flow,
Which to that I began to fall,
and to which I lost it all.
I'm sorry for the people I've hurt,
With this death I have presented,
But seeing what this could've been,
There's nothing that could've been prevented.
Hi, I am Nobuhle Maseko and am 13 years of age, and I, too, have the same dream. I want to do better in life, succeed, and make myself happy by reaching my goals.
Isolated And Forgotten
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2009 with permission of the Author.
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