Unheard

I found a road just ahead of me,

I've led the mystery to a mourning sea,

This is the pain you want me to take,

Can I go on without any mistake?

I know that you don't do it on purpose,

Maybe you don't realize, I suppose.

Each day that passes in accretion,

I can sense my undeniable depletion,

In every corner of my eternal frustration,

I always find my newest screaming creation.

I'm not a violent human being,

Instead of crying, I wish I was feeling,

All of my conscience has been broken,

I would kill my foreign mind to be spoken.

I know that you don't do it on purpose,

Maybe you don't realize, I suppose.

On the sidewalk, I would always slide,

I took my restless thoughts and I cried,

I try to be miserably creative with a word,

But my pleading voice is terribly unheard.

06-07-2012