Broken Communication

Poetry

Broken Communication

When talking is over-rated and words are left unsaid

This space

This void

The ability to communicate is broken

Assumptions

Are the only thing leading this dance

Feet are getting stepped on

This space is in a trace

A mist

Can’t see shit

The ability to let me know

Too hot

Too cold

Gone from existence

Replaced with

Frustration turned rage

Simply because

Someone can’t address the issue at bay

So this space is gray

Mind as well be a bayou in the swamp lands

Where words could clean air

But pride has left everything into despair

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

%d bloggers like this: