If I look up and three sets of eyes look down...
It's not the norm..
If I'm working deligently
And a stranger laughing stares me down..
Rubber-necking a silent heckle...
Something is wrong..
Silence is loud...
It can be rude....
At worst ~
Holding a phone sneaking a pic is frickin weird...
Who are you?
Why?
Silently you expose my pain ~
I simply don't understand
©LHT
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Silence
PoesíaThe day of silence stares ~ glares beyond and behind the glass. What's unsaid is insulting, as if I don't read expressions and hear whispers. No I'm not paranoid nor confused. I'm keen, observant and used. Why I allow it... I'm trying to find...
