My silence grows stronger
As I drown in these memories That I run from
Bottled up I have kept them
And watered them with nights
Of drinking!
Speak my peace I know not how
But speak I must
For resentment and anger only
Hurt one who harbors them
Too long has my silence been
That I remember not how to speak,
My lips feel numb and my tongue twists
With in my mouth
My throat is clogged as
Tears well up in me eyes
For heavy be the words
That I must speak
Like a flood they pour
Out of me mouth but sense they
Do not make for blubber is all they be,
Rumblings of a dark soul
Burnt by ambers of unrequited love
And chained by moments of
defeat
Now a gun I shall avail me self
To end all the pain
Of me silence and bottle up the things
That I wont admit to my self
And hope peace I shall
find in death! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem