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I feel it around me
The rope around my neck
It lays lose
No more than scratching at my skin
But its prescence suffocates
Do I dare speak?
Will the noose tighten?
Will I be able to break free?
Will I die?
Sitting across is a face
I've known since my first breath
One that has been there all my life
The face of my father
He smiles sweetly over there
His eyes caring and warm
He cannot see the rope that holds my tounge
I wonder if he knows of his own
Will I struggle against this rope?
Will the noose tighten around my father's neck?
Will it tighten around mine?
What shall I choose?
To live outspoken
Or die silent
What shall i choose?
To live outspoken
Or die silent
Comments (4 Comments)
- Isibi - 03/05/2009
- ^^ yay! thank you x3
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- Sunafire - 03/05/2009
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I love the way you referred to your entrapment, as having a noose around your neck. Initially - I was like 'Oh another emo poem' but then I read it, I was in awe.
It's a beautiful deep poem with good structure smile - Report As Spam
- Isibi - 01/01/2009
- if that wasw a choice i would not have had the need to write this in the first place ^^;;
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- whitejade13 - 12/27/2008
- Hmmm.... Personally I'd choose to live outspoken but that's just the type of person I am. Wonderfull poem, very good. 5/5 smile
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