Poetry of thought

Peers

Here I sit,
My open heart
So needing,
I look to you,
But there I go
Continue to my bleeding.

You could save me,
But no I can't
Through pressure,
I'll speak and tell
And call your name
But only in my leisure

They scandal and plan
Throughout the day,
And isolate my hours.
The lies and names
They call to you
Is sure to make us cower.