You do not understand
The things that hide in me
I talk,
I yell,
I scream,
I beg,
But you are deaf to me.
You listen not to reason
And disregard my thoughts
I cry,
I fall,
I ask,
I plead,
But you're ignoring me.
So flames inside will linger,
They're licking at my fingers,
They itch,
They flicker,
They scold,
They burn,
And they will come for you
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Hour
PoesíaNot everything rhymes Not everything has to Of all that is bright And what hides in darkness The loving The hiding The living The Binding It hurts us not To follow a purpose To quell our minds dullness And to find our own fullness. Of sentences Of...
