Uncomfortable Silence
Like a room of stones
Within it, in its confines, you sit.
Slowly I try to remove each brick.
Tedioiusly placed
we learn trust.
If only the debris is properly delt with, disposed of.
It will not close me in.
I need no tips from another who failed you.
Only experience of my own.
The tenderness the emotions.
Allow me to feel this battle
will be worth the energy given, shared.
I apologize for my rampant desire
I can withold and store what of it is unused.
Cold to the touch, no reaction.
I am shoved back from thoes holes I have created
in thoes confines.
As you rebuild the entry made
I am tripping over the stones thrown from our past
yours and my own.
the chaos outside ourselves
Making it impossible to heal
each depression, each seperate problem
making hopless conversations, getting nowhere.
Cleaning the surfaces will not clean thoes hand build walls
or fix them
Each stain, each intoxicating liquor.
Say the words please
Say it and all this can end
the torture the painsif we make you so unhappy
if it is all to much to take
Don't strain yourself in persuit of a mans dream
When, infact, is no dream at all.
Sleeping alone obviously provides you more comfort
than sleeping between
a rock and a hard place