by the time
i've let you do
the talking
i can't see
anything,
that i relied
too much
to have let
someone
do the talking
c'mon talk, please
i pleaded
as i heeded,
blinded
by a thought
it was me
that was needed
but it's
the absence
of words
that fed me
with answers
fitted to ensnarl
me into your void,
where as much as
i try to dispel
the emptinessㅡ
i can't avoid
YOU ARE READING
To Go Fly A Kite
PoetrySet forth in a lie-low setting, To Go Fly A Kite is a mischievous compendium of poems and prose tackling explorations on what it's like to tightrope between going all out and giving it all in.
