The Language of Disconnection— Poem 01/29/2023
Caution: This poem is filled with red hot seething emotion… Handle with care.
I wrote this poem just over a year ago on 01/29/2023 when the inability to express myself to someone after months just finally bubbled over in frustration. I felt like I had no outlet.
I was also dealing with them sharing information with mutual contacts that may or may not have been accurate. And there was nothing I could do about it. So much vitriol….
I felt like this poem was long overdue, as I had held my tongue for too long….
The Language of Disconnection
No need to worry about explaining or saying anything
All the silent spaces have already been filled
By your lack of presence
Not being there as my health struggled for balance
Causing hot tears to burn my pierced eye
Awaiting test results that dictate whether I may die
Slander tossed out to the public like confetti upon any ears it might land
Ignoring my attempts at correction and connection
