Words of Uncertainty
Lips that move and never speak, like words unsaid that are never heard.
Tears that trickle behind closed doors. Pain and fear to ask one; Why or What for?
Do I write to keep from going insane, or am I insane for the way I write.
Melancholy news of mistrust and despair, a life of uncertainty is a cross I bare.
I say what I see, and what I say is true. But too many who are out there too blind of the truth.
I paid for life’s lessons with blood and guts, too keep on paying therefore a definite must.
Yes, melancholy words for a melancholy world, mistrust is around the corner where trust can’t be heard. So for those who are blind to the words and the cries of despair, and those who cry alone in their rocking chair, my words may come out one day for all who may care.
Today I sit behind a desk of pretend wood looking, reading and also wishing; one day just maybe; I could.
A poet, a writer, writes words for all to share, while a lyricist writes words for all to hear. While the words that I write, are to me still unclear. Some say they should be songs of tragedy and love. Some say they are prayers to God above. Yet others claim they see hate and despair, but yet to me the words that I feel are not just mine alone and yes one day I may care to share.
