Your Words
We’re not blood
We’re not friends
You’re an itch I can’t scratch
Realizing too late
The hurricane disaster of
Your words
Those words…to me, once so alluring
Are now black as cancer
Precocious and poisonous, paltry and practiced
Like reading from a script
You are a fire, a degenerate liar
Satisfied with my faith
Content never to sit
At the desk behind your eyes
Between marmalade tresses, head cocked
Spitting disrespect and saturated in arrogance
My apathy annoys you
But sometimes not caring is what
A person must do to keep from hating
Supposing that indifference is preferred to asperity
Those words, your words
Pointed and poised like the tongue of a snake
They say actions speak louder than words
So tell me
What are you doing to better the world
Besides talking?
2 comments:
A beautiful piece. It is always difficult to describe feelings and express your actual thoughts and feelings. It is a beautiful and well sculpted piece that is easily readable without sounding immature. It is descriptive without being blatant. Magnifique.
well said my dear - I agree - sometimes the best thing to do about those things that spread disease is to wash our hands and walk away.
Gramma Rose
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