"You can yell at me,
if you want,"
He says.
I politely decline,
not of courtesy.
Out of fear for
his safety.
The truth is,
I want to barricade myself
and scream for days.
Until my voice gives out.
Until I can not hear
my weakness giving in.
Until I can enjoy the silence.
Background Info: Written for a college level creative writing course, free verse workshop.
I am curious whether or not it has enough oomph to stand out amoung the rest of my portfolio.
2007-06-22
15:12:27
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