Is It The Thought That Really Counts
Nevermind
I feel like the landlord
Who’s left paying the rent
I could fill up some billboards
With things I've left unsaid
I cook, do the laundry
Mow the yard, pulling strings
To keep from looking tawdry
I smile, though it stings
My lack of connection
this muzzle of mine brings
Though I may take exception
I won't say a thing
I mumble under my breath
to avoid confrontation
A fate far worse than death
a silent suffocation
I keep up the appearance
that everything's fine
The veiled transparency
of the overfiltered mind
About the Creator
Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (3)
Not the most frequent thing I say to myself, but still fairly commonly muttered under my breath, "Never mind."
Such a powerful poem!
The first two lines grabbed me hard. I loved the whole poem, Kelli.