I have something to say.
Won't you let me say it?
Or are you tired
of my never ending words?
The confusing ones
that I seem to repeat
over and over
and over and over and
over
again,
yet you never seem to understand
what I am trying to say.
I wonder if that is my fault
or yours.
You always tell me that it is mine.
I have something to say.
Please let me say it,
or this box I am trapped in will only
continue to fill up with the ripped
pieces of paper
that you never wanted to read.
You just threw them back at me.
The ink is smudged,
the pile only continues to grow
and grow and grow and
grow
and you will not let it stop.
You cover your ears and scream
drowning out the questions
asking if you could just let me say
what I have to say.
When will you finally want to read
or hear what I have to say?
Perhaps when my voice
is finally quiet.
Perhaps that one day
you walk by me and have forgotten
to cover your ears,
realizing that there is still silence.
You will wonder what happened
to the screaming and
begging
that is when you will open the door
and all my letters will come
falling out.
You will look at the scribbled
words that no longer claw at your feet,
and that is when you will finally pick one up
and really look at it.
You will read one
and then another and then
another and another and another
and another.
These words
these are the ones you will finally understand.
Now that I am gone
that is when you will finally let me speak.
YOU ARE READING
A Book of Words That Never Seem To Be Enough
PoetryA book filled with words that I thought made sense, but they never seem to be enough. *warning* emotional, messy, raw and full of sadness (sometimes a little happiness here and there) I hope you give my words a chance, maybe they'll be enough for yo...
