Don’t hand me your words without purpose
Their meaning is lost amid the angst they betray
The rush to emotional judgment
As I am victimized by your brutal thoughts
Laid out on page of paper by your stiletto pen
With cunning style so obscured.
~
This is no victimless crime
It causes me to tear up – my eyes to drain
In crocodile fashion
The perceived loss of your ageless dreams –
Or let me tear up the page containing your all too aged war cry
Instead, I think, scream out loud,
that I might hear above the roaring silence.
~
Only, do not make me read it
quietly, to myself
Tell me – your solitary truth
With voice raised
So I may listen to understand you clearly
Here now, state your case
Then trouble yourself
No more
On my behalf –
No one ever changes their mind –
The lobster in the tank must die,
But, you are not really talking about a lobster
Nor am I.
©Susan Morgan Bosler, April 11, 2012 All Rights Reserved.
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