Nothings

All the little nothings
said and unsaid
Words of anger, stress,
exhaustion. Priorities made
and unmade.

Creating this barrier,
expanding each day
Air pushing between us
All the small actions,
leading up to frustration,
unnecessary and unkind
Pushing us further away.

How do deflate this?
How do we escape?
Perhaps we can ignore
Or deviate?

Reviews

[An owl on the moon]

Your poetry speaks so deeply into the soul, speaks to worlds of words and silences. Yes, that question makes me wonder so much: How do we escape?

[thetish]

Thank you for reading and commenting. I appreciate your words.