Almost Obscured by Chatter

Language! Jesus, what's its use,
A droning bit of background music,
Truths and falsehoods intertwined,
And mouthed to serve the self who
Speaks, to be misheard by she who
May or may not say what's on her
Mind? I told myself I ought to leave,
And, of her words, none said, “don't
Go,” but I remained. That very
Message issued from her eyes.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2015-03-03 at 19:00

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