A Prisoner's Cry for ReleaseA Poem by ConstanceI'm inside a box, held down by the fear that's holding you My emotions tangled, splayed out on the threads of your doubt For how can I admit I can feel what you are afraid to feel? Your restraints become mine... and when I feel a distance Panic sets in, because I DO FEEL, and it's whole,and clear Oh, but I don't dare tell you, and you know how my honesty Can so often get the best of me. How long until I spill?
I fear my pens, for my hidden voice will betray me... When I sing, I can say I like the song, but my words here... And here it goes, the confession maybe one day you'll read When the chains have fallen and only flesh remains: I crave you. I crave your smiling kisses, your timid embrace Your hesitant voice, your chatter, your uncanny ability To read what I really want to say through all the filler...
I'm inside a box, held down by the fear that you don't crave me My emotions scattered as the leaves that will soon fall... I'm tumbling and afraid and I'm afraid you won't let yourself Your restriant becomes intolerable because I can't restrain Headfirst is never the best way to fall, but I could, if you'd let me I crave you... I crave until my senses burn with these little memories Of how it felt to finally hold you and look into your eyes and see...
You fear me... you fear us... you fear until you may just allow Those shackles to remain, and keep me here in this lonely box I can't stay here forever. I need air. Open yourself, open it, open me... Whether you are opening a gift or a curse to be... we should try I crave you. I hope you crave me. I need you to tell me you crave me. I'm inside a box, tied to a hope that perhaps should not live Waiting for you to read what I want to say, porque te quiero.
© 2008 ConstanceReviews
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2 Reviews Added on September 18, 2008 AuthorConstanceA Small Town in, KSAboutI write about my past, my own real experiences. Even my poetry is inspired by my life. I was, I suppose, born writing, making up stories and rhymes from about when I started to speak, but had to wait .. more..Writing
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