What needs to be said,
Sits behind my eyes.
It betrays me to others
With silent revelation.
What needs to be said,
Steals into my room while I sleep,
Then storms through my slumber
With unexpected fierceness.
What needs to be said,
Impedes my very speech.
Words stick in my throat.
I am dumbstruck.
3/05/07
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
I love this poem. It describes so many people in this world. WOW!
ReplyDelete