Some days I talk more,
and others I simply keep quiet.
I keep quiet, not in search of silence,
but because no one wants to listen.
Some days there is barely enough life
enough to cross the items
off my list.
And other days, like today, I wish
someone could give me just the right word.
Just the right word to stop talking,
and start saying.
YOU ARE READING
Group's poetry
PoetryGifts for everyone I've ever talked to. You're my online friend, aren't you? Welcome to the awesome family I found. Thanks for making me a part of yours.
