My words are seldom,
Barely a whisper,
Lost in the wind of literacy,
I am entirely sure,
I am afraid to be heard.
The truth is hard to swallow,
Like a gulp of cough syrup,
We gag it down.
Words will taste bitter on your tongue,
Like the cough syrup,
We choke on the words we wish to speak.
But swallow the truth whole,
And bring your words forth,
Do not make the same mistake as me:
Be heard.
Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 8:44 PM UTC
My words are seldom,
Barely a whisper,
Lost in the wind of literacy,
I am entirely sure,
I am afraid to be heard.
The truth is hard to swallow,
Like a gulp of cough syrup,
We gag it down.
Words will taste bitter on your tongue,
Like the cough syrup,
We choke on the words we wish to speak.
But swallow the truth whole,
And bring your words forth,
Do not make the same mistake as me:
Be heard.
