Disillusionment.

Idle eyes

I’ll eat those words I’m out of place

I forgot how much I hate the taste

I didn’t mean to spit them out

I’ll swallow them whole and learn to shout

To be heard

I’ll fake a smile I’m out of place

You can watch it spread across my face

I didn’t mean to laugh out loud

Those swallowed words are not allowed

To be heard

I’ll dig a grave I’m out of place

I’ll hide in here without a trace

I didn’t mean to dance on yours

In here I’m stuck without a cause

To be heard

I’ll take a drink I’m out of place

If I’m not drunk I’m losing face

I didn’t mean to sober up

I’ll preach the word that hurries up

To be heard

I’ll fake a sin I’m out of place

I’ll try this sin on like it’s lace

I didn’t mean to hang around

This crucifix is not allowed

To be heard

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  • Karen Gross on Mar 19, 2009

    Very deep.

  • hosariwi on Nov 1, 2010

    This is a great, sophisticated poem.

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