Thursday, January 10, 2008

No communication

I hate it when
Two sides are speechless
Twice not spoken doesn't mean
You know what is unsaid
How do we get it across;
A ship without sails
Stranded between
Waves of confusion and
Dancing amongst
Winds of gusty hope

I hate it when
Two sides are speechless
It's too hard to say
Doesn't mean it's not easy
Only on tips of tongues like
Bitter pills; in or out?
Childish hate of medicines
Of truth, but sheltered lives
Within denial of what remains unsaid
Or maybe unheard

I hate it when
Two sides are speechless.

xoxo
Bex

Posted by Rebecca @ 9:36 PM