Tongue Tied

Was it all a dream, did I read the lines

with eyes closed tight, did I misread signs

should I have let my mind dance for miles

in loneliness - as the moonlight smiles

should I let words of beauty, sway me, will they betray me

if I say this out loud will they berate and hate

we will never know as my voice is at sea

sailing away, whilst I sit in silence, wishing on a star named fate

Self esteem is a shadow creeping off into the distance

it's low, and falling like a stone that shatters the ground in two

like beating hearts sat so wide apart 

yet so close the beats start to sync in a strange co-existence

was it a dream I once knew?

I spill myself on a page, my art is from inside

yet I cant let the words brave my lips

I rage instead, at my silent mouth at the way it becomes tongue-tied

I feel so ill equipt, the words come so easily on paper but in reality

they sink like the wreck of a ship

sometimes my panic slips for all of a few beats

and suddenly the waves of words are unleashed

but those times are few and far between

for the rest its like a silent movie, on the big screen

I wish I could find my voice, share my soul with flair

let my words be in the air, rather than a paper figment of fiction laid bare

but until then I scream inside, I let the words ring around

I hear them in the moments when the world dulls down

and I write them on this paper right here

Thanks For Reading.

Peace & Love.

Kyle.