After it all
The rise and the fall
The smile and betrayal
The strong and the frail
The blue and the gray
I can still stand up and say
"I am unbroken."
But my thoughts remain unspoken
As I do not stand and speak
For fear of being viewed as a freak
So my thoughts remain in my head
Crashing down on me as I lie in bed
So I cannot be calm and sleep
Through my ears and eyes they creep
But not through my lips
For fear the scale tips
And everything goes crashing down
I dare not smile, nor frown
I dare not shake my head, nor nod
For I am just one of the cattle, and they wield the prod
They prod, punch, and thwack
But I do not crack
For even if my thoughts aren't spoken
I am unbroken
And shall remain to be
Until I can make it so the prod is wielded by me
And when the prod is in my hand
I shall not use it, for I understand
The pain it can bring
To any person or thing
The people it can break
The morals it can shake
And I shall mend those who have been broken
And give voice to those who remain unspoken
When I am the wielder the world will no longer be violent
But for now . . . I remain silent
The rise and the fall
The smile and betrayal
The strong and the frail
The blue and the gray
I can still stand up and say
"I am unbroken."
But my thoughts remain unspoken
As I do not stand and speak
For fear of being viewed as a freak
So my thoughts remain in my head
Crashing down on me as I lie in bed
So I cannot be calm and sleep
Through my ears and eyes they creep
But not through my lips
For fear the scale tips
And everything goes crashing down
I dare not smile, nor frown
I dare not shake my head, nor nod
For I am just one of the cattle, and they wield the prod
They prod, punch, and thwack
But I do not crack
For even if my thoughts aren't spoken
I am unbroken
And shall remain to be
Until I can make it so the prod is wielded by me
And when the prod is in my hand
I shall not use it, for I understand
The pain it can bring
To any person or thing
The people it can break
The morals it can shake
And I shall mend those who have been broken
And give voice to those who remain unspoken
When I am the wielder the world will no longer be violent
But for now . . . I remain silent
Nice piece....but why silent?
ReplyDeleteSo people don't consider you a freak?
Lol see I am a freak and I say what I want when I want. Your a great writer
Thank you, Redondo. I also usually say what I want, but I already made a poem about that before, so that's why silent :)
DeleteGood work Blair. you've achieved the rhythm in your poem, but remember the silence of the good people is what kills the society
ReplyDeleteThank you, Hillary. I agree, people should speak up, but shoving into peoples faces telling them to talk won't exactly do much good, so I'm kind of going for reverse psychology :)
DeleteReally like your poem. The Bible teaches we should be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath and to speak the truth in love.
ReplyDelete:) Thank you, Tina, and good words
Deleteyou did a great job! You could reach at great heights coz you are simply amazing!!! :)
ReplyDelete:) Thanks, Namitha
DeleteI really loved the flow and rythmn. Take a moment and try a narration. I believe it would really deliver well
ReplyDeleteI just looked up the definition of a narrative poem, and I think quite a few of my poems fall at least near that category. But the definition is rather vague, so I'm not really sure. Thank you for the input though :)
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