Suffer In Silence

Suffer In Silence long poem

Uploaded by Mario Vitale

Many today are lost in a maze
Getting caught in a purple haze
Wake up late to one of those days
Inside we hide behind four walls that bind
Yet we are still being crafted in an elegant design
Cold wretched hearts beating alone tonight
Having no fond love but that’s still their right
It’s heaven to Betsy like lock Nest With Nesty
Yet all of life is not a party
We need something to set us all free
While we live out our lives in a land of make believe
Laugh a lot with light and love
Thank the good Lord out of heaven above
We tend to sweep things underneath the rug
When all of the while God wanted to give us a great big hug
But be grateful for what you have in this life
Amidst the bitter cold silence
Amidst the bitter violence
Still it all comes down to choice
Some need to be locked in a padded room
Others have been taken from us way to soon
Still there will never be another one quite like you
These are your marching orders to tell us what to do

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Mario William Vitale is a poet with over 1,000 toward his platform. Vitale was born October 23rd, 1970 in Bristol, Ct. Currently living in Wolcott, Ct where he helps as a care taker for his elderly handicapped mother Ann. Vitale is featured as a writer on Poetrysoup, Writerscafe & Allpoetry. Has a fan base on facebook with over 650 followers. He started writing poems in 1989 after the break up of his first girlfriend as a way to cope with life.
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