by: Shirley Satterfield
Dedicated to Those Who Tell Me How I’m Supposed to Feel
My feelings are a gaslight.
Up and down at the whim of the lamp lighter.
My soul feels rather dead,
Like nothing I say should ever be said.
May there be change in the offing
Before I lie still in my coffin.
I can feel sincerity in your words. Love it
This is amazing, Shirley!!