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i feel i can no longer remain silent

don't answer
listen
never listen
an apology
is an excuse
never mind
time wasted
and i beg your pardon
a common misunderstanding
quite forgotten
eyes out
pearls of no wisdom
all eyes forward
complete attention
the way of the flesh
and the way of all things
is that understood?
all that noise
and jolly promise
no evil in that
no bad intentions
no ill will
and feeling no pain
no more
and i thought-
that is to say-
say no more
poisonous aching unknown
don't answer
it is what it is
suck it up
keep in it check
a momentary lapse
of reason
of judgment
and nothing
of consequence
a crazy scheme
a fool's errand
don't break the chain
don't break the silence
say nothing
forget it
that is all.

Comments

Siv Maria said…
Nice let me guess...problems in love? Hope your Sunday is pleasant and relaxing, void of all excuses :)
flora_mundi said…
actually, love is one of the few areas where i'm not having problems at the moment. this was just inspired by thinking of a couple of situations where i felt i desperately wanted to speak up but, for various reasons, felt that i couldn't. thanks for reading!

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