PERMISSION TO SPEAK

 

PERMISSION TO SPEAK

 

Words whither on the tongue

the next step separates the strong from the weak.

To verbalise that which is forbidden

i form the air to speak.

Against the will of others

who deny me my own name.

We are all refugees now

looking for someone to blame.

 

Voices whisper on the telephone line

of secrets written on a page.

That speaks of cruel justice

and fights the inner rage

of knowing there’s a better life

yet still we strut this stage.

 

Somewhere a sunset flowers

while sunrise turns to gloom.

Time is just an illusion

as this cell was once a room.

Hands that held me tenderly

now grip me by the throat

and stifles the sound I fear to form

before I utter a note.

 

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Vautaw

Tue 2nd Apr 2019 19:15

Wow! Powerful words. Permission granted. Thanks for sharing Trevor. ❤

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Becky Who

Tue 2nd Apr 2019 18:33

I find this one has so many lines that can resonate the reader directly, and yet also is so intriguing in the questions it leaves unanswered.

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raypool

Tue 2nd Apr 2019 16:16

I am intrigued by the fact that often words are our only weapon against an unbalanced world and this poem seems to express that for me Trevor. To all be refugees is to widen the concept and implies a state of inner war . The very word involves a degree of vulnerability which needs the best of human nature to cope with it.

I always try in a comment to get close to a mindset - but can of course come completely adrift! I hope this one dignifies some of your thoughts.

I'll get my coat.

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