by J. Estelle Newlin
"Is it a blessing? Or is it a Curse?" Meatloaf..
Betrayal is the flute.
I have an entire orchestra,
That I wish I could forever mute.
My poetry is my lyrics,
my emotions are my voice,
I try so hard to silence them,
But they never give me that choice.
These words keep on flowing,
They form even in my dreams.
They some times drive me to insanity,
They haunt me so I feel I could scream.
To deny them their voice,
Is to be caught in a madness,
To mute all the music,
Is to be absorbed then by sadness.
These words will keep flowing,
Until my life ends.
Every little thing brings them rushing,
Even though their presence mends.
So play on then violin,
And I will let the voice sing.
For this Curse of Words that I posess,
Is a never ending thing.
(Copyright 2003 J. Estelle Newlin)