I don't understand
Half of the things you say
But i always find myself
Listening.
Holding my breath
As syllables escape
Your tongue,
Trying desperately
To fit together,
To breathe life into a word,
That only ever end up
As a jumbled mess in my mind.
I wonder
If your cryptic words
Contain your secrets,
Mysteries hidden in plain sight.
I wonder
If you say them
The way you do
Because of trust
Or your lack of it.
I wonder
If you think
I can't decipher them--
If you're making a mockery
Of my ignorance
Of your mind,
Or if you'd hoped
That i'd read them right
And you'd be free of the weight
Of every syllable
That comes out of your tongue,
And be a little less alone.
YOU ARE READING
A Graveyard Of Words
PoetryA poetry collection ------------------- My words will just die without having been read My voice will only be swallowed by the cavern of thoughts without leaving an echo My stories will cease to exist. COMPLETED. ©bil garcia/ flightywords
