WHO WILL LISTEN
So many emotions pent up inside
Like creatures attacking my inner-being
Indigent for escape from the shackles that confine them
Trapped by the knowledge that no one will listen
Battling the limitations of expression
No more deaf ears needed sans understanding
Searching for the concerned soul longing to hear
For once it would be better to be noticed then to heed
Who will listen
Who will be my confidant clandestine
The soldier in splendor sent to rescue my existence
The thoughts imprisoned, yearning to flow
Who will listen
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
This really touched me.
John