Aloud

Aloud

My words were never penned,

To be read out aloud.

I fear my voice may now offend;

Be it humble:

I dread it proud.

On paper thoughts seem clear.

More meanings spring to mind.

I hope that ears can hear...

...What had I hoped to find?

In silence I re-read each one.

You might say I'm obsessed.

I hope that when my reading's done,

You'll know that I feel blessed.

Feelings clean, like water, flow

Across my sober page.

I taste sweet emotions now...

...No longer bitter rage.

I was once entrapped in one.

Dead man at the throttle;

Faith and hope were all undone.

Thank God I lost me bottle.

No perfect man to rest is laid.

It's prayed for; not avowed.

If and when mistakes are made;

I know that I'm allowed.