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.