Day 7 : Feed not my confusion
Could you not talk to me?
For a few minutes
Do not talk to me.
Silence, listen to it.
Soundlessness whispers unto you,
a welling sense of incompleteness,
For words and reassurance could not quiet
the uncertainty of your voices,
your questions, keep away,
while you ruffle and shuffle
the blank brown pages of escapism,
and sip from brown sugar bottles.
Feed not my confusion.
In opetide,
We have learned the spirit of endurance,
Optimism.
Taint me not with your thoughts,
Quiet please!
Feed not my confusion.
Touch not my chemicals,
Let the silence whisper to you.
Do not give in to doubt,
Speak me not into melancholy,
Utter not uncertainty from your lips.
©May
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