Say It (Black Stain Of Life Poem)
Here is another preview from my poetry book, Black Stain Of Life (the other can be found here) Its called "Say It" and is about that person who we ask out on a date, who constantly tip toes around us instead of being up front and honest.
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SAY IT
Do
you hear that?
Scurrying
like a vile rat?
Startled
from being woken,
by
tender words softly spoken.
And,
like a rat that gnaws,
on
frozen hearts now thawed,
they
leave their meal raw and rotten,
and
would rather it be forgotten.
Now,
I don't mean to offend,
it
is the opposite of what I intend,
but
things must be said,
otherwise
words will be as dead.
We
are but social creatures,
is
what we were told by teachers.
So,
why, when we're battered and sore,
do
we feel the need to ignore?
Case
in point, the need to fraternise.
Our
hopes in binding the ties,
of
the dream of being together,
calculated
by the infinite sum; forever.
But
patience is required,
more
so for the exhausted and tired,
who
feel they don't matter,
by
those same rats who squeak and scatter.
Extending
a simple invitation,
nothing
more, not even a coronation,
these
brave souls wishes go ungranted
by
those known as the disenchanted.
Performing
the most unnerving task,
is
it to much to ask?
Even
if love never gets a mention,
is
it so hard to give a little attention?
Look
at them there.
Listen
to the soul they bare.
Do
offer an answer that makes sense.
Don't
answer with silence.
You
can say “Yes”, you can say “No”,
those
are the options which you can go,
as
long as you can resist
from
pretending your unintended doesn't exist.
If
only you knew
how
it makes them feel blue.
How
their eyes, head and frame sting,
like
they're committed a notorious sin.
If
you took the time, what would you see?
Hopefully
a feeble individual soaked in vulnerability.
Are
you proud? Its what you created,
as
well as making yourself absolutely hated.
Well,
what did you expect?
When
you give no respect?
If
that's the game you play,
you
should know it works both ways.
You
have no right to sulk
over
your own spilt milk.
And
don't even look back,
that's
reserved for love, something you lack
If
you had the fortitude,
instead
of being rude,
this
story might be different,
and
we may not need to vent.
Let
this be clear,
as
you dry those fake tears,
this
isn't because of the love you refuse to bring,
this
is because you said nothing.
A
vicious cycle that goes round,
beaten,
and pummelled into the ground,
like
those unceremoniously crowned,
when
they're proposal's aren't turned down.
Not
so bad, you might think,
but
you'll miss it if you blink.
The
pain imposed from the silent treatment's cruelty,
will
make the happiest of us gloomy.
So,
before I throw a massive fit,
just
say it.
Do
you want my heart, do you want to commit?
Just
say it.
Does
my name make you wanna spit?
Just
say it.
Your
ignorance won't make me quit.
Just
say it.
You
are the reason my fire is lit.
So,
just say it.
I
don't want you by force,
I
want you to want me, of course.
And
if that be the case,
I
wish you'd tell me to end this race.
I
can take the rejection, I'm a big boy.
Don't
play with my emotions, like a used toy.
Whatever
you're thinking, whatever you surmise,
be
honest, you may well be surprised.
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