I am imprisoned by these words
I am locked behind this language
these bars are my rhythm
tap tap and the itch is back
to switch up and stack
this diction
which has no cap
just wishes to grant
but no one's listenin to that
so my inhibitions I stab
with a pitchfork and a flag
to let the whole world know
I have risen from the trash
I've been lifted into action
now just sit there and grab
all these gifts He has wrapped
for all the stitches and scabs
you had to endure just to have
a simple smile to crack
and now I am back from this rant
if only I could let you feel this instead of trying to change this feeling into a sentence you understand just so that you can read this and try to feel the statement's meaning
No comments:
Post a Comment