I have nothing.
I have nothing left.
I have nothing left to say.
My words,
a song of rust
brushed against
an ear
unhearing,
turned away.
Absorbed
in conflict and
distraction.
Take your ease
in your unease.
I have nothing.
I have nothing left.
I have nothing
left to say.
— C.Birde, 2/19
2 Comments
I hope that, in reality, you do indeed have a lot more to say…
Well, honestly, I still have a great deal to say… but only to those who listen 😉