can't talk about it
hey this is phil i ve been gone but iam back
with a new peom hope u like it .
with a new peom hope u like it .
CAN'T TALK ABOUT IT
As i walk thrugh the forest i of emptyness
but i can't talk a bout it so i keep walking
till i get to a road with a split in it
but i think i took the worng way
becuse nothing looks right
so i keep walking the path
ah man it just dosen't feel right
but i can't talk about it
so i end up in a room
but why dose this crowded room feel
so empty
there's so many things i can't
talk about like how it feels like i
betrade God but i can't talk about it
and how i am drowning in a pool
of confusion but i can't talk
about it but i feel ashame
of the way i feel becuse
i can't let it out
becuse it the stars who lie to
you while they contiune to lie to you
as you try to get away and the stress is builds
up inside and you just want to exploud but
you can't talk about it so it will just stay inside
until you find a way to cover it up and
life gose on but there are time you want to let
it out but you can't but it probly sounds
like i keep reptinf my self
SO IAM SORRY
BY PHIL HENDERSON

1 Comments:
Phil,
I've read all your poems and find myself wondering a few things. Is this how you really feel--trapped, in the dark, in chains, not knowing how to get out? Are you looking for a blue angel to rescue you? What is it you can't talk about? Do you feel you would not be understood or do you fear rejection?
I know, I know. It's a lot of questions, but you really got me going. Very interesting stuff.
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