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Motion

I stand on this great precipice, arms extended,

wanting to lean forward to reach out and grab this,

my burning desire.



But I am held back by my sense of self-preservation,

self-degredation, self deprivation of

the thing that I seek most in the world.



I see no evil hear no evil but

I can speak words of sadness, is that evil?

I want to speak to you but all that eminates

From my mouth is silence.



My words and sounds make no noise.

My profession of love does not resonate,

Least of not with the person I wish it would.

My scream is silent.



And so I stretch myself further out

Over that great precipice, arms extended,

Leaning forward to reach out and grab you,

My burning desire.



And I Fall.





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