Some things are worth not knowing

I tried to calibrate my gut

With a month of silence

But your melancholic whispers

Hung in the air

Like teargas

Trying to disperse

The crowd of my objections.

Silence won, in the end

But our words are still alive

Wrestling through

Mundane monotony

My worst words

Were mere rubber bullets

While even your smiling eyes

Shot daggers at me

I still don’t know why

I guess some things

Are best not knowing.

Reviews

[FateDictates]

Wow it's good being absent for awhile- as u come back and truly then realize the brilliance of some writers- and that my friend is certainly true of u. Namaste
Curtsy bow

[SleeplessVolcano]

Oh what a delightful blast from the past :) I'm humbled by your kind words. Please churn out something for me to indulge in too...

[Einstein Noodle]

yep...kind of like the proverbial can of worms eh!? a bit of life's conundrums ... a pendulum swinging back and forth and back and forth ... a sickness that well needs a calibration of the gut ;) lots of fine poetic stuff in this one ... easy to relate to ... to me...it those daggers that are killers ..and a sharp clear answer if one is willing eh!?
E.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Thanks E......makes me think of the big bang now.....it all started with a few words, right? Hehe.....and if after nuclear holocaust maybe cockroaches will become friends with our surviving words :)

[Einstein Noodle]

we can only hope for the best right?! :) cockroaches are people too! :))))))))))))))))))))))))

[SleeplessVolcano]

lol :) :) :) :)