I lecture upon deaf ears letting my thoughts

trail through the air, dissolving right before

your dead eyes, tuned out and unresponsive you refuse

to resonate with the truths I so carefully speak , mindful of your reaction.

Occasionally you retort, mumbling during intervals of silence

concerning a topic worlds away from my own.


Frustration is a common feeling as tempers boil

but I do not shout or scream or cry. I talk. I let

words flow with uncomfortable ease, reeling off verse after verse

flooding the space with my inner most thoughts

hoping to generate a different response than bleak silence.

I wait with patience failing fast. I want a secure life

to feel safe, protected but again you continue on a path of self destruction.