My lips are sewn shut
The world's beauty enters my eyes and is filtered out.
Only bitterness and anger leave.
My eyes take the beauty and filter it gray.
Sometimes I pray
The color will come back,
But my mouth is sewn closed and the anger is free.
This is just my reality.
YOU ARE READING
'Nevermore Than A Few Words'
Poetry"Dear god, make me a bird so I can fly, far far away from here." Jenny Curran
