This is the time to write. <br />Nobody <br />listening <br />Nobody <br />in my mind <br />Nobody <br />to remember. <br /> <br />It's time to write, <br />because I clawed, <br />at my vanity, <br />I beat against such a big wall, <br />maybe getting at the tower of... <br />Blank Cd's <br />and <br />a bed that swallowed me up, <br />a gushing river and I... <br />Used my hands to tear... <br />Right into an echoing smile <br />that sits on my lips, <br />like the idiot <br />who talks in another's voice. <br /> <br />It was only my closet whispering <br />and my clothes that said <br />What would I have left? <br />From the woman I can't change <br />to the girls who'd change me, <br />what would I have left? <br />A marble of honesty, <br /> to shoot across silent universe? <br />Shedding coats, with symbolism <br />my ancestors <br />painstakingly took <br />millenniums to create <br />and the clever little poet's <br />cliches and emotions. <br />So this is the time to write, <br />when nobody is reading <br />and nobody will hate reading <br />what I hate writing.<br /><br />Delilah Miller<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nobody-will-hate-reading/
