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Note: This poem is about communication. It is less about words and more about language.


What you were not saying
pierced dead eardrums
like a blaring siren.

What you said was nothing.
Words fell with fire
burning holes in your pants.

What I saw meant something.
Blindness always
sharpens other senses.

What I heard was useless,
venom-dipped talk
laced with profanity.

What you heard was silence
as the darkness
embraced your ignorance.

Whatever was not yours
to barter with
was forfeit in withdrawal.

What no alternative
demands, pride kills
like life without parole.


------
The Gadfly


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by TheGadfly

The Gadfly
So much like the wisdom of King Solomon, each stanza in this piece. Very well done, I fully enjoyed the read. :)

( Posted by: rainierthisyear [Member] On: November 12, 2004 )





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