How I love to be ignored,
My voice to go unheard;
I most enjoy my voice to be shushed
And my words to be blurred.
I do find satisfaction,
When my eyes become covered;
And it is oh-so delightful,
When in your lies, I am smothered.
The truth will find a way
To crawl up from my throat,
From the pit of my stomach:
These words will float.
These words are the truth,
Of that you can't deny;
Even if you based your life
Upon lie after lie.
My voice won't betray me,
It will burn from my lungs;
Tell you all the truth,
In all different tongues;
My eyes are no longer covered,
Your lies have no more power,
My words are not meek,
And my thoughts will not cower.
My words will resound,
And that is my intention;
So long I've been quiet,
This is my redemption.
YOU ARE READING
An Amalgamation of Words
PoetryI'm almost as bad at writing descriptions as I am at writing poems, but at least I tried. Sharing my inner turmoil, one poorly worded sentence at a time.
