Why I’d rather hear a No

How easy it is to pluck out

Words from meaning, like flowers off a creeper

In clear ringing tones, I can hear

To the half heartedness, almost a stubborn reluctance

In voices simmering over low flames, barely a bubble on the surface. The cowardice!

Even in voices as sweet as slumber, this avarice

Burns a hole through my heart and leaves it festering forever

Its maddening, the noise ,when you say something you don’t mean

It’s like I am looking at a wall, trying to see my reflection.

You are not a stranger, no one is, We all have seen

People coming into this world, dying and in the midst of this,

Losing direction.

Why can’t you hear your own heart being put to shame to speak

Words that are lighter than the air you breathe.









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