My Voice, I Cannot Hear.
I have nothing to say,
and when I do
I can't hear it in my head.
I speak to her,
I lie to her.
Yet she is so trusting.
My words,
they hurt her so,
I see it on her face.
She yells at me,
and screams at me,
hits me with all her might.
Yet shake me from this desolate state,
she cannot do this night.
I hear her words
they mean nothing,
my inner voice does sleep.
I cry to her,
and try to explain,
but all that come out are screams.
she backs away and stares at me,
what I said I do not know.
The way she looks at me
it hurts me now.
A villain I am in her eyes,
the love we had is nothing now.
what I told her I do not know!
the lies came out,
the truths came out,
and now she knows it all.
my inner self,
so dark and black.
how could she ever love me?
it's simple yet unbearable,
the answer is right there.
she cannot love me.
she see's what I've become.
my voice recovered,
I tell her I love her!
she shakes her head and stares,
a horn blares outside.
she runs through the door,
a tear falls to the floor.
is she crying?
could it be?
the feelings we once shared,
she remembers them.
as I do.
but she cries unhappily,
as I cannot.
for my inner voice...
is lost.
This poem was written by James Robert-Allen Liboiron on May 07, 2006.
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very tangible...