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.
