Nights on Spice Island #1.11
Updated: Sep 12
My mouth, I open to speak.
They walk away.
The words I may say, I might scream.
They don't hear.
Speech issuing comes from them as though from a tongue foreign.
How can the chasm stretch so far?
Things I thought unmovable have moved.
What I knew as certain lies cracked.
To liberate or to conserve -
In the mind of each, the self rules right
and will not hear.