May 27, 2023.

working with silence

My face will say more than you ever could
because I have learned to work with silence
Being vulnerable was a simple weakness,
but you're awful quiet now

Couldn't speak without casting a tumultuous storm
Yeah, they'll say the Lord's moving his furniture again
- Ready for another justified flood -
but it is just the sound of you echoing off the walls

You beat the life from my eyes
to make it to tomorrow morning
It is a temporary relief, must be,
or maybe you've mistaken pain for bonding

It will be cracked up to be a misunderstanding
Days from now
I will agree - I need to think before I speak
I have been far too much and far too weak

I have grown up to be lost
Tripping over all these repressed thoughts
Thinking I could never quite articulate my own feelings
I take the blame too easily

Poetry by aidan haskel The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2023-05-27 at 10:45

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