Wednesday, May 25, 2011

I’m Five Foot Eight

“I’m Five Foot Eight”

Have I run out of the words?
Or run out of the will?
I feel like I’ve stood against this raging wind,
I’ve stood until.
Until I’m just so tired,
Until I just no longer want to explain.
Like I’m just spewing words,
That vanish in vain.
I don’t want permission.
I don’t need respect.
I feel like I’ve run out of things,
I need to protect.
I’m tired of shouting my silence,
Against an unhearing wall.
I’m five foot eight.
And I’ve no need to be anymore tall.
Danny Gunter

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