How do I say
what's here in my heart
when I'm so sure that no one
will hear me?
How can I be sure that
what I'm feeling is real
when so many times my heart
has deceived me?
What path do I follow,
do I go left or turn right,
and how do I release from the darkness
what have been shunned from the light?
Who will believe me,
when at times I have doubt,
when I'm comfortable not having
what I've lived so long without?
Pain is the ingredient
that salts my tears,
and bittersweet are the memories
that I've carried for years.
They've taken root in my heart
and choked out all emotions,
chasing away the chance of having
love and devotion.
So I sit here alone,
I stand her forgotten;
my stomach, my heart
are both hollow
and rotten.
How do I face what I fear most in my life,
and that is my own reflection,
my pain and my strife,
and the fear of a past that cuts
like a knife?
So I'll be alone in the crowd,
living out loud but dying inside,
drowning in my own silence
with no place to hide.
No one will hear me,
and no one will see,
the heartache and heartbreak
of just being...
Me
By: Nathaniel A. Booker, Sr.
'Genius under Construction'
© Nathaniel Booker