A voice.
A rich beautiful full sound.
Or scrawny meek and feeble.
A voice.
Something impossible for me to grasp
because everytime I speak no one hears
and now I ask for you,
for someone,
oh please someone hear me!
Let whatever voice I have
whetherit be
weak or strong
ugly or beautiful
let my voice engulf the land
let it make the birds cry in despair or joy
let it bring the message to the world
"this is me"
"this is my voice"
"you can take it or throw it away"
"but which ever you choose"
"I'll know someone finally listened"
and with that I would die happy
or I would die sad.
Either way thanks for listening.
YOU ARE READING
Poems From The Mental Institution
PoetryI'm not really in a mental institution, but I feel like I should. These are my feelings. These are my words. Love them or hate them? I'll keep searching for someone who sees them as beautiful.
