What is Not Bequeathed:

The tears want out again

That pain is too much again

My throbbing ache unquenched

Sorely burning in my throat

The scream that no one hears

Craving air, untouched by heathen words

The scorn so far from where I long to be

My terrors lying at my feet

They that I wish I could slay

Leaving me with lust so thick

The words unspoken in this air

My wish not granted.