Poetry (words)

Call the shots. 

Tongue bitten to stop the words, covering thoughts never heard. I am stifled I am gagged, on your fence of wire I’m snagged. 

Do as I’m told not as I please. A willing slave on bended knees. Call all the shots in your head, kill all the feelings stone cold dead. 

I am tired of this role, my heart grows weak inside this soul. Your rules are desperate, but I am not. You’re a story without a plot. 

So covet this with hungry eyes, the words I write without disguise. As it is written so shall it be, the doors you closed, you closed on me. 


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s