I’ve learned to keep my mouth shut;
to deflate my voice and seal my lips.
Because nowadays it seems as if
every syllable, every sound
is taken to offence and made so profound.
So I keep quiet.
How do you speak when so often
no one wants to hear your voice?
When thoughts become poision
and poison becomes subjective.
I keep quiet.
I’ve learned to sit back and apologize.
Apologize for having mind; existance.
To whom? To life.
My values are not oppressive.
My values are not obsolete, no.
They are fiery and passionate,
smouldering with a thousand-degree fervor
but with no match to ignite.
I’ve learned that it’s best to keep quiet
amidst a time so fearfully full of opinion.
I’ve learned that it doesn’t really matter
what these lips utter, no.
Because there’s never anyone there to listen.
This little man here was written quite some time ago. Someone near and dear to me finally provided me with the courage to post. The poem is imperfect, but so is the subject matter. 🙂
Stay safe & spread love. All the best, xoxo.