Open Poetry #12 |
A Childs Anguish |
Lisann Member
since 2001-01-31
Posts 350 |
IN THE EYES OF A CHILD I WROTE A POEM FOR YOU I WROTE IT ON MY WRIST. I USED A RAZOR FOR A PEN. I SIGNED MY NAME IN BLOOD. BUT YOU DIDN'T SEE IT. I WANTED YOU TO SEE IT. YOU DIDN'T ASK ME QUESTIONS EVEN WHEN YOU SAW MY HAUNTED EYES. YOU DIDN'T ASK BECAUSE YOU WERE AFRAID OF THE ANSWER. I WANTED YOU TO FEEL MY PAIN. MY FEELINGS ARE LIKE THE LONG STRING OF ATTACHED SCARVES THAT MAGICIANS PULL OUT OF THIER MOUTHS---- THEY SEEM TO GO ON AND ON AND ON,. EACH TEAR THAT IS CRIED ATTACHES TO ANOTHER AND THEN ANOTHER AND THE SADNESS NEVER SEEMS TO END. ANGER PUSHES AGAINST THE DAMN THAT HOLDS IT BACK WITH SUCH FORCE THAT IT CRUSHES ME AND MY SURROUNDINGS. THROUGH MY WRITING, I DISCOVERED I HAVE AN INTELLECT THAT IS NOT STUPID AS YOU HAD SAID, BUT ONE THAT IS UNSTRETCHED A HEART THAT CAN FEEL MORE THAN PAIN, AND A BODY THAT ONCE AGAIN BELONGS TO ME. OOps sorry I wasn't looking at my keyboard when I wrote this so I didn't notice that my caps lock was on. |
||
© Copyright 2001 Lisann - All Rights Reserved |
⇧ top of page ⇧ | ||
All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. |