My Words Are Not My Own

2018-01-21 21.04.24.jpgMY WORDS ARE NOT MY OWN

I TALK IN TWISTED TONGUE

I SPEAK FOR THE HEART OF THE YOUNG

THAT HAVE NOT GROWN FULLY IN

BODY NOR BRAIN

EYES ARE OPENING UP TO A WHOLE NEW WORLD

AS THEY GROW OLDER

NEW FEELINGS AND EMOTIONS

DIFFERENT AND SCARY;

MY WORDS ARE NOT MY OWN

I AM A TELLER OF TALES

FOR WHOSE HEART INTERNALLY WAILS

FOR THE SAD AND DEPRESSED

THE HAPPY AND FREE

FOR HE WHOSE MOUTH REMAINS CLOSED

FROM FEAR AND SHYNESS

FOR SHE WHOSE LIPS CANNOT OPEN,

SHUT BY A LOVER’S HAND;

MY WORDS ARE NOT MY OWN

THE PHRASES I SAY WITH PEN

THE THOUGHTS I FORM WITHIN

MAYBE IT’S THE VOICE OF A GHOST FROM

THE DISTANT PAST

A SPIRIT PERHAPS, FROM THE GREAT BEYOND

OR THE OTHER SIDE

A TORTURED SOUL TRYING TO COMMUNICATE

THROUGH ME;

MY WORDS ARE NOT MY OWN

THE EMOTIONAL JOURNEY, THE FABLE

INTIMATE THOUGHTS I CRADLE

EVEN THOUGH THE STORY IS BORN IN MY MIND

NOT MY HEART

COULD BE ECHOES OF LAUGHTER IN THE WIND

MAYBE, HAUNTING SCREAMS IN MY DREAMS

POSSIBLY, THE LINES AND RHYMES FROM A

DEAD POET WITH MORE TO SAY

 

 

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