Letters

Lettered on these walls are the pain I feel in my heart

Scribbled on these palms are the tortures I give myself

My soul yearns to be touched

but my hands crave rewards

I am the son of the pauper on the street

The one with nothing to feed,

I am the daughter of the cripple you wish not to be like

The girl whose right doesn’t have the will to live life

Lettered in my soul is the call of hell,

No! don’t draw me back

I’ve not just been there once,

That’s my other home.

That’s where I seem to find joy

Joy in sorrow

Laughter in pain

Tears under the rain

Lettered to you is the pain I feel,

Lettered back shall be your will to help me!