courtesy Local Guy
Your
sentences
were
laid straight
their
letters erect in design
they
formed
a
concise response
and
never left
the
logic
to
which they were confined.
Yet,
after
leaving
the
realms of thought
from
which
neuronal
movements were lit
they
bounced off your tongue
into
a sealed wall
that
deflected
the
deciphering
of
their value
to
the one
who
held in their grasp
the
power of the
interpretative
gift.
Not
to be outdone,
you
tried once again
this
time,
you
arranged your thought
structured,
worded soldiers
and
formed a new approach
another
design.
There
had to be a way
to
get past this intrusive barrier
and
with tactical calculations done
before
one tenth of a millisecond
airy
turbines spun off your tongue,
this
jet of sentences was to be released
and
you prepared your lips to carry her.
Reasonably
guided to fly over an
unexplored
terrain
you
took an offensive position
faced
in a
refreshingly
different direction,
and
with careful calm took aim.
But…alas
‘twas
not to be
for
another wall appeared
electrified
steel,
latticed
by thick wires
rebounding
your hopeful intentions
just
as you had feared.
And
your words…
they
disintegrated
into
spiked teardrops of heat,
your
letters dissipated before they
fell,
and
mere nothingness was left
at
your feet.
Learning
to withstand this awkward hell
prompted
your
silence to casually thrive
thus
becoming an observer
in
this battle between the
necessity
to be relieved
of
pride’s torture
and
the compulsive need to be right.
In
becoming mute
you
found your voice,
as
you discerned that it was not yourself
who
was lost in a treacherous cage,
who
was wounded by
some
repressed shrapnel;
and
though,
the
bombs dropped indignantly overhead
and
the missiles
continued
to rage
you
knew you couldn’t do a thing
and
this epiphany was
frustratingly
relaxing
even
though it had come a bit late…
for
it wasn’t your tone
or
your words
it
wasn’t your intent
or
your gestures
it
was all about defences
that
had been engaged for so long
that
its attacks
were
its only means of
communication
and
this was no fault of yours
but
had everything to do with
decaying
layers
of
trust that held on
their
insides iced
pockets
of despair and anger,
rising
tall from within
the
mind
stacked
high,
exasperation
overflowing
till
all that was left
were
these steely, sealed walls
that
formed
the
space
of
misunderstanding.
My
Inspiration: The Human Condition
© KohylahPiper 2015
