Suffocations

Do you feel the pain when I speak,

are the Posts just a read?

Are you able to know of horror and say nothing?

Time after time I have spoken in signs,

the questions are poised and I am making some noise,

I live everyday in hope that I'll say.

Do you ever stop to ask yourself,

maybe I should do something,

like hold out a hand that won't hit back,

show a face that has a smile without a motive that's black?

Does what I say just fall to die?

These words I pour, the fear, the horror, the dreams, even the positive theme's, I am laughed at no matter the door.

I was born, I am a Human Being, I am Alive, I am not an It, I am not a Thing, I am Life and I am hurting.

Will this make you happy? Will this bring you joy?  Will this make you laugh? Will this be that much more than the evening read or the morning chore?