This is a poem.
Because I said so and I know so. And…
I chose so.
Because I have something inside of me that needs to get out.
And all of you are here to listen, click and shout.
To lend an ear.
And I have something to say.
I am here.
I am broken.
And I am not ok.
I am not a poem.
And neither is this - -
It’s the logical leftovers, the souring facts, the silent screams,
which are finally clear…
This life we live is filled with choice.
And here is the choice I chose to choose.
To love, to hate, to care, to forgive.
A dangerous activity – if you care to live.
As he shoots up, cooks up and Blackens his soul.
Why do I follow? and why do I fold?
That thing that's in me that I'm choosing to share.
It's living inside of me and continues to care...
I can’t shake this feeling,
So here I am now.
Please lend an ear and tell me how...
To let it all go.
To let him suffer alone
To move on and step on without the one I know,
Whose loved and, raped and steeled and hurt me so.
So here I am now.
Please let me go.
This is a plea
Not a poem.
Can’t you see?
I am broken.
I am lost.
And I CHOSE.
THIS POEM, THIS PLEA.
So please – If you've heard me.
Help Me.
OR NO.
Because this is just a poem
And it will do nothing but float.
On the ears of those who do not know how
But care to listen
And that's all I need now.
Because I said so and I know so. And…
I chose so.
Because I have something inside of me that needs to get out.
And all of you are here to listen, click and shout.
To lend an ear.
And I have something to say.
I am here.
I am broken.
And I am not ok.
I am not a poem.
And neither is this - -
It’s the logical leftovers, the souring facts, the silent screams,
which are finally clear…
This life we live is filled with choice.
And here is the choice I chose to choose.
To love, to hate, to care, to forgive.
A dangerous activity – if you care to live.
As he shoots up, cooks up and Blackens his soul.
Why do I follow? and why do I fold?
That thing that's in me that I'm choosing to share.
It's living inside of me and continues to care...
I can’t shake this feeling,
So here I am now.
Please lend an ear and tell me how...
To let it all go.
To let him suffer alone
To move on and step on without the one I know,
Whose loved and, raped and steeled and hurt me so.
So here I am now.
Please let me go.
This is a plea
Not a poem.
Can’t you see?
I am broken.
I am lost.
And I CHOSE.
THIS POEM, THIS PLEA.
So please – If you've heard me.
Help Me.
OR NO.
Because this is just a poem
And it will do nothing but float.
On the ears of those who do not know how
But care to listen
And that's all I need now.
