Separated in Silence
Dysfunction on the day to say
Not one word to any living
being
Just to the voice mail inside
her plastic
Phone machine
Dragging in the night before
Trying to sleep after
morning’s break
Why won’t the bad dreams go
away?
Hope keeps laughing at me
Bare my trust into a peace
That I have crossed the line
to keep
An extended hand and a bloody
cheek
Turned to ask if she
Will quench the fire in her
breath
Slay this dragon she has
hired as her pet
As her face for all these
days
To prove a point that is like
a maze
Of answers under floods of
grass
Covering a yard and the seed
Can not see the sun under blades
Cut and shut out, doesn’t
make sense, but I can’t get in
To a sound, just a sentence
that isn’t beating me down
Where I am not convicted of
crimes I have never been told
The lines she claims that I
crossed, just a rationalization lost
Incapable of presenting any
point just on her own
All of it for her parents or
some other town she calls home
With a people and tastes for passages
into an escape
From ever conversing,
explaining or landing
On an island with a
culpability like a lion in winter
Waiting for her December
She keeps suspending the seasons
and silence in all of her reasons
Explains the door mat process
like a make-shift cross
She created for her to carry
from a tragedy fraught with disparity
Between what I ever did and
what she claims stains
Of years and frustration over
a pretend-love and
A porch that couldn’t patch
the passion on her end
And so we swing in a dumped
hammock of nothing
Separated in silence
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