The scorching pain that engulfs me
Leaves reminder burns on my flesh and skin
As my existence should never forget
Once upon a time, the kerosene in my blood ignited
To lose what I never had
Will I live to tell the tale or am I going to be a folklore you pass on ?
A song you sing to warn the children
That if you spend your days overworking your minds
you'll turn to ashes that wind carries
And no day you survive will be one you lived
Truly, freely, happily
You're a child who's not suppose to worry
What am I to think when I wince to their touches
But yours seem to heal me ?
When I scream to their voices
But yours seems to serenade me ?
My heart appears to be
Tender, fragile, and shaking
If this was fair, I would've been within your thoughts as much as you are in mine
YOU ARE READING
The Words I Speak
PoetryWhile I'm silenced out there I'll speak my mind in here This reputation of the quiet Just let it disappear I've got a lot ahead of me Many things that I fear As I'm walking down this road I can finally see things clear . . . . . The Words I S...
