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
Copyright © Kay-Lee Mendes | Year Posted 2019
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