Where Silver Tears Do Rust

44,049 poems read

We Who Walk Alone...2000

A dark clouds hangs above him
He who walks alone
Through the halls of mental illness
He remains as silent as a stone.

No wife does he acknowledge
No children does he know
He's paralyzed by demons
No feelings can he show.

Torn apart by anger
There's no way to understand
What robbed me of my husband
Or my children of their dad.

A dark cloud hangs above us
We who walk alone
Through the halls of mental illness
With he, who also walks alone...

L.A.McNabb
01 May, 2000

Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved


Comment On This Poem --- Vote for this poem
We Who Walk Alone...2000