to listen to you
with an enormous grain of salt
or a fine corkscrew
discussion borders cacophony
mistakes passion for pride
speaking with you is just baloney
tell me where I can hide.
oh, the sweet symphony of solitude
where I can be alone with my thoughts
but you haven’t got a clue
a storied past, broken record with no end
you couldn’t find a breeze in the wind
round and round, do we take another stab?
is there more to us, any more to ponder?
no need to build a festering scab
we’ll just sit here and wander.
Dverse Poets Pub – OLN hosted by Grace.
NaPoWriMo Day 6 – looking at the same thing from different points of view
Poetic Asides – write about a sound.