Splitting the Difference

You think pages set you free,

Don’t you?

 

You’ve been buried.

 

You filled up the pages but they’re still 

Blank. 

 

There’s nothing here. 

 

But maybe you’re just too afraid to say

It too afraid of consequences, hey I may

Seem honest but there’s things you don’t (won’t)

Ever know. 

 

I mean, when I speak it’s truth

But my silence is never

Lying.

 

Why can’t we look at each other and see

Greatness anymore? 

 

You’ve worn off.

 

I guess we just know too much

We’ve seen too much.

“Just get past it. Walk on.” 

 

Can’t you see me walking

Away?

 

Oh, that’s right, you’re blind.

Sorry, I’ve forgotten.

Why don’t you just

Brush those emotions aside

There’s no need for them,

Not anymore.

 

So let’s just split the difference

Call it even

 

Brush it off and 

Walk away.

Reviews

[T. Val]

I like this piece. Coming to grips with the fact that it's probably best to count your losses and just move on. The only thing I'd suggest is trying to use synonyms here and there that aren't used as often as words like "greatness." Well done.

[Baby Ricochet]

Interesting. Gives me an idea