childhood memories - charlie(rough draft)

by pmmurphy   Mar 26, 2018


if this skin spoke
you would hear its screams.

however, it is as silent
as the decibel system
when its cranked up alittle
too high.

it doesn’t know how to speak
our language,
and letting out steam is something
it keeps inside it’s pores.

writing down my own heart
letting it out
hoping it fades
like sun damaged paint.

I speak up
stutters and all.

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  • 6 years ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    Small note:
    "it’s pores" should be "its pores"

    This is a painful, personal write and I commend you for sharing this. I've been reading your work lately and your voice is so clear, reaching and emotional. It's like I can feel the outcry of that skin, of wanting to shout yet being muffled, of wanting to express myself someway, somehow.

  • 6 years ago

    by Brenda

    A heartfelt and emotional write-well done and thank you for sharing.

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