TBD1

A curse for the noise which surrounds us

bends upon itself in the back of my mouth.

Ingenuous lovers and rebellious youth

Articulate the dissention we have come to believe in.

For all that is spoken, sociable soldiers

still pity the wordless, blind, and inconsiderate,

there is little emotion offered.

We accept nothing.

We stand our ground, there is pride and courage

where words have served so little for others.

If only for the argument we will commit to,

is there no reason to simply stare,

to shrug our shoulders in disgust

for the logic and reason

this society looks up to?

We have already once given up words,

our answers were ceded by force and ignorance

when hesitance drew anger and hate.

Instead, we now allow

the correspondence to remain

half-finished at our desk,

there is no purpose behind writing,

no fascination with the story

in which life, the lie, is loved

such that the world has stopped turning.

Reviews

[David Scott]

To be determined...
I read an angst here. A rebelion of sorts. Still, there is an acceptance of a status. A "truce" if you will. This is where the writing begins.
I enjoyed the expression in this excerpt.

[roscoe]

Thank you for your comment. Indeed, a 'truce', a level or degree of understanding. I had never bothered with a title, until I started posting here. So, for now, tbd, or maybe just no title at all.