Dried up in a corner
Two poles stiffed from ceaseless waiting
Two windows glared from burning emotions
And a consistent beating
That speaks of nothing but wants
Wants, wants and endless wants
Wanting to be noticed
Wanting to be respected
Wanting to be heard
Wanting to be obeyed
Wanting to be forgiven
Wanting to be admired
Wanting to be loved
Wanting, to be wanted
Words keep pouring out
From my mouth, from your mouth
From all their mouths
All speaking in different languages
Singing in different tunes
Demanding different things
To be done in different ways
Everyone is yelling
But no one is listening
Every tongue is explaining
But no ears are willing to apprehend
Instead of taking a step back
We choose to step on each other’s nerves
Until all the signals drift away
And there’s no longer communication
Even between people who call themselves friends
Is it wrong for different minds to have different thoughts?
Is it not right for two voices to sing different songs?
Is it difficult for two people to agree on one thing?
And is it utterly impossible for us all to just get along?
Why would I want to be on top?
If it means that I have to step over others
Why would I want to stand up front?
If it means pushing others aside
Why would you want all this?
If you know that you’ll eventually be left alone
Standing on a pedestal too high above everyone else
Where your voice reach nothing but yourself
As you embrace yourself and freeze a lonesome death
Is that really what you want?
2 comments:
I like the poem...finally something i can relate to and understand with just a flash of reading.
I guess sometimes what you want is not what you need...and what you need is not actually what you want...
I know that i have gotten on your nerves at times and i have wronged you in ways undefined but deep down once a friend always a friend and i am sorry for being less of a friend especially when i get emotional.
Thanks for being there for me. I appreciate it=)
well, words remain as words.
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