the space between words… [POEM]

there is
often
toomuchspace
left
in-between
words

room
and rooms,
quickly filled

with

thoughts, intentions, ideas,
notions, reasons, excuses, lies,
confusions, wants, needs, hopes,
baggage, hurts, frustrations, desires, truths, riddles, guesses, issues, longings, potential, possibility, anger, curiosity, inconsistencies, feelings, fears, disguises, masks, problems, questions, solutions, suggestions, answers, idiosyncrasies, evidence, proof, dead-ends, paths, clarity, unknowns,

danger…

and language that
leaves
,without ever coming to conclusion,
no translation
,anguish
,illusion

hope and hazard
clue to what happens after
anxiety
that is unsuccessful
at trying to be
patience

but the sentences make sense
like sentiment
messages sent, meant
to lead one to assumption
whereby gumption is granted
permission
to listen
repeatedly

because i haven’t heard the verb
or seen the word that moves
using action and consistency,
literally and consistently

just narrative
that barely meets the standard
of what is required
and so listening has grown tired

a complete sentence goes
the way you should have
and has the answer
that you could have
if you only knew that
you would have
been better not saying anything

lest it was your explanaction
and punctuated
with the perfect symbol
like memories or dreams tend to
unlike most now’s
that are just nouns
or presents
that aren’t really

silly

Of. Me.
To. Require.
That. You. Deliver.

says Me, in response to the mirror
looking at empty rooms
because of doors
windows
holes
cracks
crevices
and too many lent out keys

the question was complicated
and the answer was please
the lock should have kept them out
but the password was need

or attention
bandaid for self-esteem
or just an option
because to have those is to win
and losing (in perception)
is a sin

even if i feel better waiting
for what i truly want
and refuse to haunt my ghosts
with lust
or greed
for similarly “finer” things

there is
often
t o o much s p a c e
left
in-between
words

room for doubt,
chance,
and people
that don’t deserve to be there
but are
because they are aware

wearing costumes that fit
-only the moment-
temporarily
becoming permanent mistakes
and giving reason rarely
to justify even speaking

caught my self “not” everything,
but thinking
before i recognize
that it is my right
to do right
and only allow
for right to be done

or accept incomplete
insufficient
ignorant to my need
talk
that doesn’t sound right
just what is left
when the purpose was nothing other
than to waste breath.

-see

©2018 Cornelious “See” Flowers
@seethepoet

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