Ignoring
And Ignorance
Aren't the same.
Ignoring, is what you did to me.
It's an intentional silence,
A silence that cuts deep.
It lashed at me,
Created a bleeding wound,
An incurable wound of pain.
Ignorance, is innocence.
It's the unknown, it's the magic.
The magic of not knowing.
It was what filled me before,
A purity of naiveness,
A weapon of not knowing the ugliness.
Now I know.
I'm being ignored, ignoring,
And lacking ignorance.
And oh boy,
It hurts.
Real bad.
YOU ARE READING
Poems of Pain and Solitude
PoetryFor every person out there that was quiet, not because they chose to be so, but because they were choking in the smoke. Because their opinions were apparently not worth anything. Because they didn't know just how to say what they felt. For every per...
