WordsA Poem by PatriciarelationshipI waited for the lifted moods The crushing falls The dull moments Of empty thoughts That for some reason You found most important And I found most impotent Perhaps that was your In to get out of Whatever it was That came before it They were just words Words, that in the end, You threw around Like dishes and bric-a-brac Contemptuous pottery And expletive stone wear Words, jagged shrapnel Of syllables and letters That I merely swept up And threw out in the trash Words, that became A broken language that I understood all too well But you never understood mine © 2022 PatriciaAuthor's Note
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