Looks like I'm stuck <br />with what’s called by some, <br />my own, poetic “voice”. <br />But I’d love to write <br />like Keats, or Cummins, <br />or to be read as wide as Frost. <br />I’d love be as bold as Plath <br />or even half as known. <br /> <br />But I’m trapped inside <br />these words and forms, some flow, <br />some rhyming scheme. <br />And all to try and shout and scream, <br />so loud, but softly say: <br />Please listen to my little voice <br />I know it’s here to stay.<br /><br />Sandra Osborne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/voice/
