pearls

Afterthought 1258—Is the Word

Posted in nothing special, sestet by maggie on 2016/09/17

Is the word you wish to hear
one that you yourself can't say
without it beating up your throat
as cries from lovers you betray
kill the word's sound in your ear
to leave you only ill you wrote?

Is the word you wish to know
one that you yourself can't see
as living in the hearts you damned,
replacing love with flattery
of hustlers using you as though
they in turn weren't being scammed?

Is the word you wish to keep
one you yourself consider dead,
barely thought of now and then
as if a brief guest to your bed?
All your words sell on the cheap—
you'll never find true words again.

Advertisements

Sincere comment by readers who accept responsibility for their words will earn my appreciation and response.

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: