Speak
The words that escape me
The ones that I'll never be able to say
They're locked inside without a key
With hope, the door might swing open someday
The ones I'll never be able to say
Forming on my lips oh so slowly
With hope, the door might swing open someday
I think that day is getting closer with anxiety
Forming on my lips oh so slowly
Those words are a whisper of what I really want to say
I think that day is getting closer with anxiety
These words, resting in my heart, will never go away
Those words are a whisper of what I really want to say
I open my mouth but nothing comes out, caught in a nightmare scream
These words, resting in my heart, will never go away
I'm screaming, I'm shouting, but no one hears the invisible me
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out, caught in a nightmare scream
They're locked inside without a key
I'm screaming, I'm shouting but no one hears the invisible me
The words that escape me
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2 comments:
Wow, really depressing, but I like how the poem gives a direct sensation from it.
It's really creative and descriptive !
The pantoum form does work nicely for this poem. The repetition of the lines makes the reader feel the building frustration of the speaker of the poem. The last four lines are so powerful! This poems fits nicely with the painting, Scream. You might consider putting a picture of that painting on your BLOG next to your poem.
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