I have so much to write and say

Many words to live the life I would care

There are oceans of sound captured within

The noise needs a thorough venting

Letting out all the blocked injuries and pain

Marvells of great art of poetry and imperfect paint

 

There's so much of story left unrelated

Living a hidden life of an uncommon ribbon

Tied on a knot so tight, unable to release them

 

I feel my emotions tongue tied and baseless

Falling on dead ears bringing no change

Flipping flopping through each door and gate

Trying to figure out whether to stay silent or narrate 

 

There's well of emotions surging within my unconscious gate

It's too late, honey it's too late

Blowing around in madness my crazy little heart's alertness

 

I have so much to say, many words to replay

An act of tyranny and dismay

Unable to speak my mind and finding a perfect way