My Lips Are Sealed

My Lips Are Sealed

A Poem by Frieda P

My lips are sealed
                                    cause no one wants to f*****g believe it

my hands are tied
                                      cause you've bamboozled the family

my psyche is in denial

                                       cause that's the only way I can exist

my vision's a blur
                                        cause what's a reality would make me sick

my ears are deaf
                                         cause the excuses make my skin crawl

my heart is closed
                                          cause I'm afraid of bleeding out

my eyes are blind
                                          cause I don't want to face the truth

© 2012 Frieda P


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Frieda, you are a poetry fountain, spilling emotion in sprays of et emotion across the sky. Another fabulous but sad piece. I pray for a poem with joy in it from you because you deserve it. One small error in the second line, I think it should read:
Cause no one wants?

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

12 Years Ago

haa, I've been on a tear, I figure the more I get out, the closer I get to that poem 'with joy' ;-) .. read more
John Alexander McFadyen

12 Years Ago

you have no flaws!
So incapacitated! I relate to the frustation dripping through the words above. It's so hopeless sometimes....

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Frieda P

12 Years Ago

Thank you Divya, it's satisfying when somebody gets it, but sad that you relate to the frustrations... read more
DIVYA

12 Years Ago

you are welcome. Keep writing :)

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If you want to know me, read my poetry, it's all in there. I am a mother of three sons (my finest moments) a sister, a survivor and a little bit crazy. I lost my beloved sister to suicide, so you'll.. more..

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