He's not listening, Mom

Sometimes I wish I could play an instrument

because I have a message to be heard

I gave it plenty of thought

It cannot be painted on an empty canvas

For nobody knows the shape of sorrow

Too intense to be written in lines

But maybe if I could play the clarinet

I'd come up with a new solo

Its name would be,

He's not listening, Mom.

Author's Note

I couldn't find a suitable genre.. please classify it if you will.

Reviews

[Robert Gluzman]

Hello and welcome!
I guess this could be in the poem genre.

Love the purpose here, and indeed I myself feel the same way :p
After the fifth verse I would have added one more part, explain why what ever you want to express cannot be spoken either. If you add 1-2 verse on that, your message would become more stronger.

"Its name would be,
He's not listening, Mom." --- This part confused me however, Did you mean ´Your not listening´?

Other than that nice short poem, wish it be a bit longer though.

[Nurhanne Hassan]

Why, thank you very much. I added one verse and replaced the other but I couldn't add more because I felt like it had to be short enough to reach the main purpose which is the final verse.
As for the 'He's not listening' part it is mainly referring to the father but its strength comes from the anonymity, anyone could apply to it to different situations you know. :)

[Robert Gluzman]

Ah okay, now I get it :)
But in that case to help the readers to understand it add ellipses:
"Its name would be..." The effect can be a build up to something or a long pause.
The new verse is also very good.
Ill check more of your other writings later.