Life’s Little Misdirections 🥀🦋

Languages

Languages

This obtuse, underground language
You forced me speak; irksome,
I know --
Like the minds of children,
Unable to express to the busied parent,
In crisis, un-counseled
Un-able to form sen-ten-ces
Your ears disavow.
Not ready,
Never prepared to give answers --
A language you haven't mastered.
So, you set me down,
Crying.
Regret yet having me?

These languages;
One learned, the other unreasoned,
Linger beneath tongues
Tied, idiocentric.
I hide in the wall closet,
Build forts with good blankets
In your home
Mortgaged; tied
To offspring like me
Who won't grow up fast enough,
Move out.

Inspired by mood of 'In The Waiting Line' by Zero 7. I just hear this song and poems like this are produced. I wrote many more last month. Great song for January.


For:
"The Soundtrack of Your Life"