Words and empty glasses
Minds full of conversation and argument
Dissonance despite removed cobwebs
Depth of feeling, kept to quiet corners of busy minds
Because questions take too much time to ask,
And too much thought to answer
So, it goes, down that brown road bound with a load of unspeakables
Why did I cry?
No voices care to ask, in drunken silent nights,
Where background noise plays precedents in pounding eardrums
Speaking only of intimacies enticing intertwine through some flesh
Divine with Nudity
The Mind though, and the Heart; The Body of this Self
Not so intertwined in Divine Divinity, in that moment
Still writhing with expectations of innocence.
So plays out that old game.
For perceptions of pleasure and intent are squandered
A disillusion through the fine filter of Experience
So, and still, caught in the past
A cycle recycled
A writing of turmoil inside from the Unspeakable.
Avoidance and You clumsily stumble to sleep alone.
And I stay awake, and continue to question.