sunken cities in my brain

They told me to write my ideas and burn them

The voices of noble women should not be heard

They should laugh inside and speak with their eyes

And if someone sees what is in my heart, how can I say to God 

"But you made me love him"

I tried every kind of scream to suppress my voice

I have pains in the books of writers that no one knows

Do you hear the vocalist shouting in the background in the songs that no one listens to

That is my vocal

I tried to sit people down and talk

I served dinners to my family and made speeches by tapping on the glass

I didn't want to be understood, I wanted to be listened 

I lost my father, she lost her son

I missed there by 5 points, he lost it by 1

We had all lost, but our pain was racing

I wonder how long it took to build all the roads in the world

To connect them and ensure that vehicles can be driven safely

Because right now, there are unknown accidents on the roads in my brain

Sea overflowing to roads

I'm sure there are a few carcasses

There are many sunken cities and I've already lost track of them when they turned into moss

But I've decided to drain the water

Some engineers are needed

Let the sunken cities stay sunken

But there are families who need to get home

There are roads to be made and bridges to be built

Is a full youth and a quarter of an adult enough to rebuild my inner earth?

Author's Note

English is not my first language so if you fix my grammar problems i would appreciate it, i would like to hear every kind of thought about this writing <3

Reviews

[Ken Simm.]

This is so full of atmosphere and delicate strokes consuming the reader without them knowing. It is quite simply superb.

[berenongur]

Ah thank you, this is the first poem I wrote here, so thank you for thinking that way for this one.

[emmajoygreen]

Your words are delicately but vocally called out, needing escape, wanting to leave a place that holds everything you feel deep inside because although fidgeting, is fixed, glued, nailed, part of everything hurting you desperately, wretchedly! Seems you are fretting about almost everything around and especially beyond you. You need peace from somewhere, you need to be held until the trembling stops.

'Do you hear the vocalist shouting in the background in the songs that no one listens to
That is my vocal, --
I tried to sit people down and talk
I served dinners to my family and made speeches by tapping on the glass
I didn't want to be understood, I wanted to be listened '

Such a tragic piece of writing, such a sob of agonies.. but, start to finish vividly real.

[berenongur]

Ah that's really sweet. Thank you so much for your time and for your attention. I'm wishing you the best day

[emmajoygreen]

Looking at grammar: 'I wanted to be listened ' might be, 'I wanted to be heard, ''Will read over to see if anything else, you have done extremely well, berenongur!

[berenongur]

Thank you so much, I really appreciate it!!!

[Victoria_mockingbird]

Why did I feel a tear on my cheek while reading this?:) beautiful, really.

[berenongur]

this is so meaningful, really