poematy takie

patience has killed me

it matters not
in the days made of silk touched skies and broken old shoes
of school and pain and torn ankles
my patience matters not
words unspoken in this imparent world go unspoken
for people and their mouths have this relationship
of abuse, embarresment, censorship
refusing to find comfort in anything but a standard
made of a wall, a scandal, painting that painful silk
it represents the loneliness of the lonely souls which unfound in labytirth
of life, got lost, but carried through to make others cry with jealousy
their word spoken but never in ecstasy