Don't Ask

True Story.

People ask why
I don't ask questions.

They say, "There is
nothing to fear".

Yet I fear it all the more.

It doesn't consume me but lingers;
a bad taste in my mouth.

So here I sit; hands folded.
Restraining speech, a quiet observer.

Filled with thoughts I won't express.

 

Author's Note

This was less of a poem and more of my thought process =]

Reviews

[Momo the Elf]

great write! i, too, can relate to this poem, how i always stay silent, simply watching i like how you did the two lines and then the one, it puts emphasis on the one line. and i agree with the other person who reviewed this, poetry and writing in general has so much to do with just getting thoughts down in some form, be it a poem or a story or a novel. anyways, good job!

[Aldora Sparrow]

Wonderful job, once again. You never fail to impress me and leave me satisfied.
This poem is that kind that, even if you hadn't really experienced it, it's easy to feel it. It's like when a doctor tells a kid that it's not going to hurt, they usually think it's much worse. I can totally relate. This works really well as a poem, but I think if you went into detail enough, it'd give a good insight on the narrator's thoughts in a story. Anyway, good job and keep impressing me!

[A]

Ah, that's what a lot of poetry is though. Your thoughts written in an enjoyable manor. ^^

I loved this, and can really connect to this, in ways.

The first 'paragraph' and the second to last, superb. @@

Really, REALLY, nice work. @@