You ask for communication,
And for my true words.
Yet when I open my mouth,
Your hands are around
My neck trying to destroy
Already swollen vocal chords.
Chance is given at the lips but hands did prove the real intention. The poetess is understand how the suffocation by other people could oppress someone's liberty and freedom. Let's our voices to be heard....! ! ! Excellent poem! ! ! !
The title is really perfect for sharp solid content! ! ! ...what a nice piece...I agree Stefanie, i think this is the truest words that i see around many times...you make it so much easy to tell...Write more like this, Greaaaaaaaaaat expression! _Unwritten Soul
the feelings are screaming to be free so not know allow writng to stop
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sometimes when life is disgusting with this outburst.....hard to be digested by lovingly persons but easy when they are hard to forget it-and therefore miscommunication...well expressed..its wanted for solitude