I will speak,
I will speak sounds,
What my mind is saying,
The truth or even a lie.
I will speak,
Speak for freedom,
Just to be loud and to be
Heard,
Or to show you how much
You love my voice.
I am speaking,
Speaking my sadness,
My awful temper,
And even my simple
Glow.
And eventually I will stop
Speaking,
I will be six feet under and
All you will hear is silence,
Will you miss it,
Will you miss my speaking,
I guess you won't because you
Never listened to me,
Listen to me speak.
YOU ARE READING
Poems from yours truly
PoetryI don't go to school for creative writing on accident. Here are some poems from all different times in my life up until now. Enjoy
