Talked Down

 Talked down.

 

I am right.

 

Allow me to open your mind

 

Feeble thinkers

 

I will be the bigger person

 

I will answer slowly

 

You will understand.

 

Feel the hope

 

I will inspire

 

You poor lost infants.

 

I am smart

 

I am closer

 

Than you could ever hope to be.

 

But lean in closely,

 

And I will hint

 

At the truths I possess

 

In my vast knowledge of

 

Correctness.

 

Poor lost souls.

 

If only you could

 

Be me.

Reviews

[Katie Foutz Voss]

Ah, what a familiar feeling. There is nothing so infuriating as not being listened to, or not being heard perhaps, or even not having your words understood. It often causes me not to saying anything at all. I really enjoyed this piece from the line 'But lean in closely..." That ending really caught my attention. Nicely done!

[Gordon Greene]

I had an ongoing conversation with this guy for a couple of days I think...

It made me incensed enough to write also...

Ain't it great that regular folk get nothing out of anger but a red face and high blood pressure, while we get art and poetry?
(by the way... it seemed clear to me)
Great little rush... Gordon

[Alister Flik]

Um, I'm glad to have my writing reach people in any way possible. But I'm just gonna add that, in this poem, the speaker is a self-righteous prick...not someone who feel's their opinion is being ignored. Someone who feels their opinion is worth more than anyone else's. Sorry, that I didn't clarify.