I spent my childhood on a stage
refining the art of attention
for your satisfaction
Now I’ve got no strings to pull me
and seem to have forgotten
how to scream with my own voice
(Hour 2)
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
I spent my childhood on a stage
refining the art of attention
for your satisfaction
Now I’ve got no strings to pull me
and seem to have forgotten
how to scream with my own voice
(Hour 2)
The way this poem builds breaks my heart. Really well done.