I Fear [the Woolf of silence]

Sun, 09/28/2014 - 15:08 -- bybray

"Listen?"

 

[I can never quite tell you

What it is I want to say

When you speak over me,

Air passing through my lips

With a w h o o s h and heated s i g h s.

Smile, nod, display your displeasure,

Who's really listening anyway?

Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf,

My dear God I think.]

 

[nothing.]

 

[sing your melodies yes

i hear them there they are

in my head as they dance

their way in and i have

no choice but to hear myself 

"pocketful of stones"

echoes and echoes more

 silence creeps in

i open my mouth to speak

and foreign words dance across my tongue

they are not what i want to say

not what i choose to say]

 

"Nevermind."

[Forgive me Father for

I know not what the

Silence will do --

Take me away? --

I do not know.

Forgive me when

I know not what I do.

Listen.]

[Anyone.]                                                    [someone.]                                             [no one]

 

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