Feel my words

An empathetic scream,

I would run David!

hopelessness, hopeless, hope

the fate, a dream, my wonder?

Touch me, feel me look at my beautiful skin.

I put together the pieces

to find a long and winding,

the tortuous feeling of self doubt.

frigid blue impulsive dull sky

brightened my day

light my night

hold me to my friend, this shame

the warm feeling of misery.

I can not read this name

know my love that I write

letters and sound, smeared on to a page.

I wait and wait; waiting to wait

I am just a sorry impetuous stranger

with messy hair, and I am creating, saving.

my feeling of self might

tell me what your lies keep

your extraordinary stare

you are speaking with my soft yellow tongue

let's formulate a right

let us make amends

I'm not like them, and

I am becoming like you,

there is nothing left to write.

© david watts