Silence is Salvation

The clock's struck two. This zoo is closing,
And you, my dear, are out of luck. Call it a
Personal failing, but I'm inclined to listen.
I rarely talk. All the years I have heard all
The ones who opposite: whiners, and egotists,
Half-wit philosophers, mothers and people
Who claimed to be friends, have convinced
Me that everyone finds others' stories
Annoyingly dull. Yours is, for sure. I can't
Care if your ex used to watch too much football,
Or if all your children are headed for jail. What
I care about now is escaping your voice,
Spending hours in silence, away from this
Place. I am sorry. I'm not. I'm happy
To tell you: you must go home by yourself.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-08-25 at 03:52

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