If Could Only Find The Words

I'd tell you about pain,

Imprisonment, and torture.

I'd break off these chains, 

And step out of the corner.

I'd talk about war,

And the hearts of men.

One things for sure,

I would not need my pen,

If I could only find the words.

I'd tell you about emotion, 

Friendship, and humor.

I'd shift my devotion, 

And seldom worry about the future.

I'd speak of solidarity, 

And courage among brothers.

I'd bestow the gift of clarity, 

On myself and others, 

If I could only find the words.

Author's Note

I woke up in the middle of the night and wanted to write so here.

Reviews

[firabelle]

I like your piece of work because it's different in the fact that you don't talk about a subject itself; instead, you make use of a common experience for all writers. I myself as a writer can relate to what it is that you are writing about, and so can many else. However, it seems like it doesn't have a ton of substance, and is repetitive in a bad way. Not bad, though! Hang in there and keep writing Aidan.

[Aidan Oberholtzer]

thank you for your review! I agree my poems most definitely need some work. This the second poem I have written, I usually stick to songs. This poem was very repetitive on purpose, I wanted the stanzas to be opposites completely. Thanks again (:

[firabelle]

Oh, sorry, should have spotted that! My bad, man.

[SadBones]

Love this, the last line brings it together, it paints the picture of the internal struggle.

[Aidan Oberholtzer]

Thank you!

[Ruth]

What one can not surrender, the other attempts...nice use of emotion throughout...

[Aidan Oberholtzer]

thank you!