We all have
an incessant need
to feed;
to fill the void
with scraps… leftovers…
half hearted thoughts…
witty retorts,
left suspended.
Gorging on words,
choked of all meaning,
lubricating intent
with watered down small talk.
Self-aware exclosure
heart wrenching exposure,
of telling it
like it is.
A muted hiss
that leads you
nowhere.
Biting into the apple,
exposing your humanity,
your veiled insanity
that everyday chitchat
attempts to hide.
Layer upon layer
of well sculpted ideas,
visible through the tears
of a truth
you cannot speak.
shiny pebbles 