Let me talk; don’t let my voice be silent
If only for the sake of all my dreams……
Not because it is in whispers,
But for the agony it screams…
It touches nerves of inspiration
Desperation like a hungry dog……..
Defyingly all hopes of satisfaction
Feeling left out of the crowd…….
Fighting over half torn rubbish sacks
And food scraps in the street…..
Only hoping from the confusion
Is the thought of that I can eat…..
I’ve heard voices out of heaven
Telling me its not the time to cry…..
But I have never believed in Angels
That can’ fly…..
© Fingleton (Septembre 2016) (Löst Viking)