Tell me what they decided.
Quit leading me through yesterday's
news, reading me
the obituaries of every
lost moment we’ve endured,
each dodged question, shimmering
like the tail of a fish
escaping underwater’s reality.
Our lives, too thin, too
translucent to keep skirting
the edges of meaning, where
the silence hums a tune
of evasion, each pause
swollen with timidity or
the slow dripping fear
we distilled into cordial
moments of unspoken truth.
So lay it out, bare and whole,
don’t tuck it into corners,
don’t wrap it in riddles,
present it like a simple
offering upon the table.
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gray0328 (
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Comments2
We all long for a straight shooter. A very nice write Gray.
Thanks Soren for the positive feedback
Superb.
Thanks Thomas, I appreciate your feedback and I love your work
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