Poetry
Questions
Is it sorrow or is it shame?
That which is in the main?
Or perhaps it is anger,
Burning with desperate danger.
I try to stop the lies.
Stop the hurt.
Stop the tears.
But I cannot.
For I am trapped within.
Lost without.
Lonely in all.
Friends beg me to speak my mind.
To tell them what is wrong.
To tell them what is right.
To tell them something of the night.
But no matter how my heart yearns to,
I cannot utter a single word.
-10/31/02