(On the Seashore, George Elgar Hicks, 1879)
Hear Me
You don’t listen,
You don’t listen,
You don’t listen!
The volume of my shadowed self
Expressing all that I am, all that need
Blocked, distorted, pushed away
You don’t listen
I plea, “Hear me!”
Bearing all of me
My soul, my heart, my guttural longings
You don’t listen
Held in contempt
Having to live up to those I am not
Those you value…over me
You do not listen
Your perception clouded in imagery
Wanting someone, something that does not exist
Never good enough
You do not listen
Unending tears; bleeding of the heart
Melancholia, disconsolate
Woeful of what is left of my life
You do not listen
You do not listen
You do not listen!