about how you lost
your interest
in words
about how you feel
so full
of them
you think you might
break out
in red letters
think if you hear
another one
you will scream
will run blindly
into the woods
and hide
will dip your finger
into the stream
and write your final line
will lie on your back
and stare up
at the stars
will run home
through the dark
and sit alone by the fire
until someone who cares
comes to your side and says
“Tell me”
© 2010 Charles Ghigna
You are an amazing poet; I love how your words say it ALL with such precision.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Ashley.
ReplyDeleteMuch appreciated.
Wow! I'm still catching my breath...
ReplyDeleteWhy does it move me to tears? Because I long for someone to come say "tell me," I guess. Thank you for articulating this longing so well.
ReplyDeleteHaunting poem, Charles. So many kids feel this way...
ReplyDeleteThis is my favorite yet. Absolutely gorgeous.
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