RETRAINED

By: Eroma ’Pmark

The walls have ears

So I hide my fears

I want to speak

But first have to think

The feelings are bottled up

Like railings that go up

Should I give up on love?

Or let my reason lead from above?

No care if I get hurt

Not even when my heart gets burnt

I want to let them all out

To say what I fell without doubt

Wait! I’ve got something for you

Things you’ll never think I’ll do

I don’t feel okay when I should

Even with the walls I fell I’ll build

The orientation is diverse and complicated

But not in verse or duplicated

I do I know the difference

Perhaps I could design an essence

But lo! It may never be completed

This poem which I see manipulated!