All those limitations
don’t apply to me,
just like the answers
to the questions
I don’t ask.
Ultimatums
are delivered silently,
we are masters
of the gesture
and the glance.
Giving me the brush off,
a chip off
your cold shoulder.
There has been too much
of this shit,
now it’s all over.
It just never ends;
we’ve never begun.
Afraid to explain
what we may have done.
The treasures we’ve burned
just to stay warm,
we’ve weathered the worst
of our great storm.
I’m invisible to war.
Indivisible and pure.
Such a simple ill to cure,
reaching out into the blur,
the touch is never sure
as it is to be ignored.
We’re so bored.
Every connection discords
and we don’t seem to hear
the shedding tears,
the shedding blood,
we disappear.
In our own eyes
the days go by
without a whisper
without a cry.
Together we need
more than to survive.
The touch, the words
that light us up inside.
I am not immune.
I thought I was,
I lied
I lied
I lied.
I’m sorry that I tried.
HG – 2016
