Please Poem by Lorenzo Cruz

I stare at these walls, everything is quiet
only the sound of my heart, the sound of
my scream within.

You bring me to my knees,
pleading with you please.
To look past my faults,
see inside my soul,
look in my eyes, and see if I am lying
daily I am here dying.

I can see the real you and yet
you hide behind this wall, you hide
no visitors, no calls
just whispers in the breeze.
you bring me to my knees.