Picture of Bleeding Words

Many voices play in my head trying to overcome what was declared; knots of blaming words litter hazy thoughts in cracks of evening as I plead for silence. But a litany of defenses grinds on as I blindly look up, framing a starlight to assuage this deep tug of anguish. There is still to learn from a life where own feelings are not heard, a lament within my mouth closing each time you explode, unaware of my need for some respect-- yes, I am just a young lad so used to fatherly commands which drain me like a wounded, street animal being reproached without fairness--- and only you must bear the consequence when I free these hands, screaming back until we both bleed. Poems that paint a picture Contest by Silent One Sept 9, 2017