The dame’s confession shook me to my core
Her life, just like a script, she did implore
With more emotion than a dame should show
She spoke of feelings that only she would know
She said her words were just a mere facade
That true emotion could not be a charade
It spoke to her in ways no one could tell
Stronger than the sound of ringing church bells
Sometimes a kitten, sometimes a beast untamed
Her emotions knew no bounds, could not be tamed
Locked up inside, a prisoner of her soul
Her emotions, like a rabid dog, took control
But in her heart, a mountain peak would rise
With feelings so pure, it lit up the skies
Most times she stayed in the middle ground
With emotions that could neither be lost nor found
So if you dare to speak, choose your words with care
For she could feel them, as if they were there
Emotions, they spoke to her more clearly than tongue
And any written word, they spoke even stronger.
:: 04.12.2023 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 