Muted white noise

Some Expectations

I want to say

Still alive and well

and I hold my mouth

biting my tongue

I’m swallowing blood

I want you to see

What I’m trying to say

There are no words

that could ever tell

the story quite so well

My teeth are locked

jaws are aching

Can’t you see?

What I’ve been saying

between the static

and the lines

Imagery and poetry

songs and hymns

worship

and sometimes

sometimes

sometimes

blasphemy and profanity

sacrilege and disbelief

where I devote

all that I’m not saying

just so you will see

what cannot be said.

 

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Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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