Voice

I have a voice
that no one hears
I have a choice
And endless tears

I have become
The nothing I feel
Inside all numb
But still too real

My pain is endless
My fear is strong
Deepest of sadness
But trapped is my tongue

A fear of death
If I open my mouth
Or a final breath
From the me I loathe

Will it be goodbye
Before I'm heard
In death they'll cry
How very absurd

Will they mourn
The loss of me?
The pain I've borne
No one can see

I tried to protect
To heal the pain
Dismiss neglect
I feel insane

I love them so
In my own way
I can't let that go
Just to have my say

Silent, afraid,
Trapped inside
My sentence paid
And I have died

Reviews

[William Liston]

Sarah, I am impressed. You show a lot of potential as a poet, and honestly, your poems flow a lot better than over half the rhyming poems I read on this site. You certainly show great promise, and on top of that, you surpass my poetic skill when I first started by a long shot (here's a link to my first two poems: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Liston/1792718/ )

However, as stated in my review reply, I'd suggest using free verse so you can work on other aspects of expression. Though your poems are delightful to read, I believe that your strong adherence to rhyme scheme hinders your pieces from giving a poignant effect.

-William Liston

[Darian B.]

It's funny, I feel like I could copy and paste your review to me and you could copy and paste my response. I feel like we understand each other after reading this. The pain we feel at times is the same and we both use poetry as our voice. Again, the sadness is there but stated beautifully. I love it

[Sarah Saz]

Ah, yes... I think we do understand each other. Thank you for taking the time to read my poem and for your kind comment.

[Hyacinth]

I- wow. The amount of pain and tragedy portrayed by your words is unfathomable. And the last line was well written. This hut me hard. Keep writing :)

[Sarah Saz]

Thank you, it was kind of hard to write but at the same time gave me a release.

[Hyacinth]

I understand, and I'm sorry that this is something that hurt. But to be honest, I think that- as a writer- the things that are hard make it all the more real. This was real and this was beautiful. If you ever need to talk, I'm here. That is, if you don't mind me being 12 😕.

Honestly though, I really like your way with words. Some have called me an old soul because of this, but this kind of writing hits me. No need to thank me, it's the truth.