If I had a voice, I'd tell you a story.
It'd be glorious, too, it'd have war, egomaniacs,
bad guys and brainiacs,
romance and espionage.
I'd make a collage of borrowed devices,
with every intention of returning.
I'd spin you a synthetic yarn that entices,
that appeals to your escapist yearning.
And speaking of that pretty caged bird
whose song pumps the blood through your veins...
her, I'd straight-up steal.
No forgiveness, no permission,
just a wish in one hand would be all that remains.
If I had the vision,
I'd watch her flutter to freedom
after I'd let her go,
then I'd see everything there was to see.
If I'd any cognition, I'd know what's to know.
If I had skin, it would ache
for the touch of yours.
If I had ears, I'd never have to fake
that I hear your cry as it implores,
as it begs me to be, to be.
But I'm deaf, dumb and blind, true,
need I remind you?
I'd do it if I had a brain.
If I had a heart,
despite all the pain
its reckless throbbing would cause,
I would urge you, quickly,
don't you dare take a pause,
fly away, while you still can...
silly me, I'd forgotten,
I haven't got hands
with which to disengage
that despicable lock
on that reprehensible cage
and allow you to return to your flock.
If I had a voice, I'd tell you I'm sorry.
About the Creator
Jacob Sherman
The desire to read, and perhaps to write, should be cultivated and nurtured with care throughout every stage of life. For my part I will inject what strangeness and truth that I can into our written history. Expect no constants but honesty.
Comments (2)
True Poetry. Your style is something special. Loved it!
This is really good, so many snappy lines and the heart felt regret at the end KUDOS!