a mouthful of words
if i cannot purge the words from my soul
if i let them built fester and grow
and allow my emotions to overflow
then my brain and my heart will surely explode
if the words fall from my mouth into the street
and no one is there to listen to me
is there a sound from my eyes as they tear up and bleed
or do i stand all alone in the street with my needs
if a mouthfull of words should get caught in my throat
and i can't catch my breath when i'm starting to choke
and the world has forced me to vomit my soul
and i'm put on display like a freak in a show
i cry through my eyes the thoughts that i think
they flow like blood from the wounds that i keep
reminders with salt as they continue to bleed
and gush from the pain that i carry in me
if i close up my eyes and keep them inside
the thoughts that i think locked up nice and tight
and try to surpress them or cast them aside
the pain that i feel will never subside
so i continue to purge the my emotional flow
and do not allow it to fester and grow
i will not choke from the words in my throat
as i open my mouth and vomit my soul
if i stand all alone in the street with my needs
and there is no sound from the tears that i bleed
i will cry through my eyes the thoughts that i think
and tend to the wounds and that i carry with me
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