You Asked If I Was Okay
You asked if I was okay
I held my tongue on fine.
Why lie,
Muttering
There’s been better days.
When people say,
I’m here if you need to talk.
Once it was,
lets take a walk.
Now I’m instantly suspect.
If I tell you,
You mite always see the pain in my eyes.
Trust me
You don’t want to carry this around inside.
It will push you away!>
Always>
Without fail,
always attempt,
but to no avail.
Emotional ills!~
Wait I forgot to take me pills.
I sip from my paper cup.
Then hold it up.
And say the ocean will never fit!
A clue
to the tears I’ve cried.
Most of my life.
Though I drew a map on your hand,
you seem to of lost your compass.
Wondering aimlessly,
against a head wind.
Sailing through the dark emotional clutter
of rotating image boxes,
a float on a metaphorical ocean
In my head.
Playing film of all the secrets
that plague my mind.
I mite show you
In time…
Copyright © Jay O'Neal | Year Posted 2011
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