I wish you’d let me write my poetry.

My words, stuck between pen and paper

Never allowing your sight through

My lines, your ears on my untelling

Story. Precisely because you see,

Hear, and feel me that I cannot

Call upon you. So leave me

With words to speak, transcending

Walls, breaking boundaries; yet never

Reaching, Only resounding,

Only going in circles, circling

Circling and circling till it dies

Down and fades away. Away

From you can I only sail

Away my pain, my darkened

Blisters, dried tears, meandering

Thoughts, never ending, circling

Always going back in circles.

I wish you’d let me write my poetry.y poetry.