Listen To My Words Poem by Phillip Ball

Listen to my words
You never listened to them
Even as I held you
And whispered them into your ears
They meant nothing to you
Why should they
They could never illustrate this love
They could never make it tangible
Ripping out my heart
Applying it to the page
The passion I would pour
Line after line
Like an artist
Painting a masterpiece in his own blood

Listen to my words
They could really a nation
Or bring hope to this broken generation.
But if they fail to keep you
If they fail to bring you back
There useless
And this talent
This “gift”
Is pointless
Unless I get it all across
Unless I can tell you
What your love brings me
The peace the hope and happiness
The Warmth,
I bask in it
like a valley in the sun’s rays
When I am starved of it
When I’m starved of your love
I’m Cold, alone
paralyzed
When you leave
Know you leave me dead
And as I feel the vultures eating away at my flesh
My last breath
would be spent to use my words
to orchestrate how just beautiful you are


Listen to my words,
Or ignore them for now.
But they will haunt you.
As you sleep in the arms of another,
They wake you.
As you lie in his bed
They will play in your head
Like a melody
Forgotten long ago