Poetry: Reflections on a man's inability, to express his words aloud
"Spoken With Out Words"
Be careful dear, as a man I am unable
To speak as, the Poet does
I know you will hear me, if only
You would remember
As a man I fear the breaking of, my
Glass lips and porcelain heart
So I speak to you, with hands bound, and made of steel
Bound in leather, so you won’t feel
The coldness of their stealing touch
Of your healing and of your passions
My panoplied eyes, search your very soul
To see if the trust, be within you told
Your eyes must hear, they must care
You must not fear for the wants of my heart
It only wishes to share, yet it dares not, dare
For my skin it crawls, low and before your heart
In plain view, I bow about your feet
My head beneath them, when I smile at you
Enabled hearts must be careful dear; as they continually seek
As a man, I am unable to speak, as the poets do
With my glass lips and porcelain heart
My words are, but stones thrown about
They may break your bones, if not pierce your heart
My eyes see your wants; It wants, therefore to speak
But, it is only a porcelain heart
Trampled with, glass lips; and broken shards
by
Sinbad the Sailor Man
Inspired by SeaBac
a
Neo.poet’s poem
“When Touch out Weighs Words”
