I cry my last tear, for, I’ll cry no more. <br />Life, filled with pain and misery, leaving my heart nothing <br />but sore. <br />I wonder about today and tomorrow and all I’ve lost. <br />About all the people I’ve come across. <br />Life is but a dream, or so they say. <br />But what happened to the people from yesterday? <br />Are they the ones with needs? <br />And, will they become the ones who do foolish deeds? <br />What happens to those in sorrow? <br />Will they be happy tomorrow? <br />Shall we all go on like robots? <br />Is this nightmare the devil’s plot? <br />Shall we die without peace? <br />Will this insanity never cease? <br />Shall I go on like those pretenders saying they’re following <br />man’s law? <br />Or, should I be the one to make this the last draw?<br /><br />Rebecca Moors<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-s-pain/
