'The Critics Pawn'
My heart aches
From repressed joy
I want to let it out
But people who are
Supposed to love me
Keep hands clamped
Tightly over my mouth!
Breathing is hard...
I think I forget to breathe
The hurt is bad
I want to live
But I cannot...
My tears are welling up
I am choking...
Help me!
Kesti
1989©
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1 comment:
Thank you. I read some of your poems. I commented on one that I really felt and understood.
I am not one to judge poetry. We all know it comes from a higher place and tends to write itself through our fingertips. I speak from personal experiences in life mostly and it just flows from either joy or pain.
I have written about a thousand poems over my lifetime. I seldom spend more than ten minutes on each poem. My sister once spent two years writing one poem. I cannot fathom doing that.
If you feel what you are writing, you are a good poet and need no critique. Follow your heart.
Kes
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