Speechless
a poem about how a closed mouth gathers no foot
If the mute button worked on people, I would start with me. Mute the thoughts Running wild, Bouncing around At an uncontainable Unsustainable speed, Never slowing, Intensifying with urgency, Until it bounces Right out of my mouth. Once words are out There’s no reclaiming, No erasing. There’s only the maiming Of egos and hearts Unremittable damage, Of the unspeakably savage, Spoken right into Existence. The tongue, Though small, Wields poison that kills, Daggers that wound. Swords into flesh, Hemorrhaging the fruit Of pride And insecurity. Bringing pain And calamity. O the tongue, That deadly rutter Rerouting my ship’s course, Headlong into baneful rocks, Recklessly wrecking On impetuous, unthinking Chatter. The gift of verbosity, A curse, in perpetuity. See? Here I go again! Overexplaining myself To avoid being misunderstood, Or dismissed Or ignored. Instead I create the problem, I long-windedly attempted to avoid, I should have just left it At the opening… If the mute button worked on people, I would start with me. -AW
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