Hours spent
In front of the mirror
Mascara for special effect
On that eye, that eye
Needs to be worked on
And when she is asked
"The question"..
The question, for which
She feels, in need to protect
"False" perception of a good home
Answers that follows;,
"I walked into a door"
She says
'When did you become
So injury prone'
Friends wander, knowing
But not wanting to know
'Poking my nose, into foreign waters
Not my thing, my style, my want to know'
Silent of the frank, in questions
"She never asked, not really though"
"She never asked, not really though"
Desperate eyes, cry in whisper
Just one more push
And I will tell, I want to tell
Please; in silent cry
Just ask, as in frank,
Frankly to be truthful.
But words go silent,
With a look of wander
After all
The question was asked
And an answer given
In asked and answered
interesting take on a very powerful topic.
ReplyDeleteVery powerful take on a growing issue. Nicely written =)
ReplyDelete-Weasel
A stillness that can't be loud enough, people to become able to hear, finally.
ReplyDeleteA good new week.
daily athens
Very well written, on a rivetting topic. So true, people ask but dont really want to know, easier not to know.........we have to be unafraid to reach out and offer some help. Well done.
ReplyDeleteI could hear you.. Have always been keen to know..for I am always keen to tell too.. liked your take..
ReplyDeleteThis is so sad an true.
ReplyDeleteFirst time on your blog.. Following you from the time I read this awesome poem.. Powerful take on the theme.. Great write..
ReplyDelete--Someone is Special--
Toching stillness!
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