Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Poem 7: Miscommunication

Anger blinds the mind.
The blue sky and light breeze
barely touch the surface
of my eyeballs. The murmur
of voices bounces off my ears
without penetrating. I want
you to reach in and connect
so I can stop pretending
that your words are colourful
balloons and I am a child,
laughing and playing with them.

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