(poem) Untitled [mae9191]
2007-06-26 -- 5:38 p.m.

Thoughts running through my head,

Many, most, are left unsaid;

To speak is to reveal yourself

and open up, let them in.

The wall keeps building,

I can't pull it down.

Someone grab my hand,

someone flip my frown.

I need this comfort

in my soul,

of safety and security,

that i'm not a fool.

It's so lonely inside

all these walls.

I yell so loud

but I can't be heard.

Get a rope,

tie me up,

beat me down,

let me out.

My feet are dragging,

my arms are weak,

the good will inside me

is failing to keep.

I can't live in this darkness.

I won't watch these walls fall

and crash

into a smoldering pile of ash.

Everything's different,

everything's pure.

I see a light in the distance,

it's coming toward.

Is there a Lord

come to save me?

Or am I tricked

once more?

Get down on my knees

and beg for mercy,

or stand tall

and whisper to a God.

-Hannah Mae

Note:

Written at three in the morning. Yeah, I was freaking out.