Monday, April 30, 2012

post-a-poem 13 {2012}

this morning i was wordy
whirl-girly-gig full of words
but where have they gone
no remnants left
nothing to cling on
to in hopes of
redemption
exception
exemption
elation
instead my brain
is silent
in its
revolt...
unhinge me
let me be.
i tried to talk to you
earlier
but
you wouldn't listen
to me.

1 comment:

Relyn said...

Not being listened to, being really heard always hurts so much. Maybe that's why I love blogging so much. So many kind friends who do hear.