Yes, But-... Poem by Alandra Nicole Moreira

Yes, But-...



I would love to find a way
To circumvent
How I feel
But I must relax and take in
What is real

A built this wall around myself
And when I want to
I can't get out

It is too tall to climb
And too wide to go around
This stupid wall
Acts like a baracade

In my mind my thoughts spin
They know I'm fighting a battle I cannot win

I'm held prisoner by my conscience
Just like I have before
But this time for some reason
I won't be allowed out again
And I lay here silently screaming on an obstructed shore

I ask my concience why
Why can't I be free?
Why must I wallow here an unknown mystery?
Why must I feel this way, can I not let it pass away?

They say that there is no need
My mission will be complete
My mission? I ask
I had a mission?

Just a smile and a roll of the eyes
As if you didn't know they say and laugh

I'm so confused
Explain to me cause i don't know

There's no where for me to run on this deserted Island
No where to hide..
I've got absolutly nothing

I walk into this next room
Of course expecting instant doom
But thats not what I find....

A room painted blood red and faint candle light
Nothing in here but a picture on a table
And the memory of night

This is your room, they say
And there is, was and what will be your mission.
Of course my concience is a councel
Think I'd listen to one person
Oh yes there is lots of me
Yes yes I know I am crazy

It i you in that picture on the table
And underneath a golden whit labe
Written in Jasper sit your name
You wonderuflly beautiful and -...
Wait this is insane! ! ! !

To find you...
To fall in love with you
Cry with you
And hold you
To die with you...
THAT IS MY MISSION? ! ? ! ? ! ? !

And they think that its complete....?

So when should I tell them
That though you loved me
You ran you fleed
And that I could not follow....

So when should I tell them?
My mission I fail
And then they say they know
They say that it will complete
That I must wait here for you to show
And that that is why I mustn't leave

Yes, but- I try to say
But they walk away
Yes, but hes trying to convince himself that he doesn't love me
And I fear he's doing a pretty good job of it... that is what I want to say
That it what they do not know
Things don't always go the way they are planned to go
They might be able to get over the disappointment in me
If I told them know so they didn't think I'd lied
But they won't listen, so they don't go
And everything I am waiting on to be pick up by
Has crashed, sunk
And died

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Alandra Nicole Moreira

Alandra Nicole Moreira

Cabin John, Maryland
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