I am supposed to weave a repose in words
String phrases spelled in the vocab of emotion
Pick them sentences like cherries from an orchid
Toss them in a salad of expression.
I am supposed to thrive in articulation
Scream out loud through this keyboard
Punching letters and forging meaning
Relating myself within and beyond
I am supposed to have a way with eloquence
Feelings should don the colors of the literal
Extracting the abstract, diffusing the quiet
Bare it all kinda way, stripping my soul on display
Then I feel this urge to be still
Letting those ripples of verbal waves
Subside into the abyss of the ocean
Dwelling in silence, muting the noise.
I am supposed to speak
But somehow on this path of a worldly scramble
They sound like bickering
And thus, I shut up, and thus I sum up
This sojourn in lines
While the echoing insides urge me
To just be..without the blabber
