The Spilling Over of Me
Written by the one
You thought had an empty head
You convinced me with words you said
My voice was silent
For so many years
Not even allowed to express my tears
You let me know what I should think
Consumed me
Attempted to mold me
Kept me in that pocket
Like your personal pet
I never knew what to expect
Restrained by the fabric of you
You told me what I could do
Silently I waited
Filling my brain
Trying to escape my pain
Getting to know who was me
Knowing one day I would be free
Now I have a voice
What I say is my own choice
My words overflow
They don't seem to slow
My empty head your illusion
I drew a different conclusion
We all have something to say
No more silent voice I pray
I was never meant to do things your way
So on my page I spill
The words from my mind
I am no longer blind
My existance defined
Words pour out before me
There for others to see
My liquidity
As my days run down
I am more than okay
Grateful
For this voice
For my world
All I have dreamed
Thankful for a mind
That's not as empty as it seemed
Copyright © Richard Lamoureux | Year Posted 2013
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