Maybe Theres Hope

¨the sad book again?¨ yes dad the sad book again oh how often i find myself buried in pages deep ¨why dont you ever talk about it?¨ i cant. i desperately want to, attempt to. but instead i stand tongue twisted, tied up in a knot all the words i dream and wish to day unable to escape the poor excuse of a voice i so call have i think the first time he used his hands to cover my mouth my brain got in habit of staying mut leaving all the unspoken words and thoughts in my head desperate to find a way out desperate to find a way for you to understand to comprehend the chaos that is so called my mind so i pick up this pencil in hope that these words will hope in hope that through my poetry you just might catch a glimpse of my pain