Letters
Letters
Lettered on these walls are the pain I feel in my heart
Scribbled on these palms are the tortures I give myself
My soul yearns to be touched
but my hands crave rewards
I am the son of the pauper on the street
The one with nothing to feed,
I am the daughter of the cripple you wish not to be like
The girl whose right doesn’t have the will to live life
Lettered in my soul is the call of hell,
No! don’t draw me back
I’ve not just been there once,
That’s my other home.
That’s where I seem to find joy
Joy in sorrow
Laughter in pain
Tears under the rain
Lettered to you is the pain I feel,
Lettered back shall be your will to help me!