Knee-Jerk
I am pondering the necessity of speech,
the redundancy of spoken words, each by each,
the answers given as so many times before,
the repetitiveness becomes hard to endure.
"I'm fine, how're you?" Robotic, knee-jerk answers,
meaningless words that eat our language like cancer,
"Of course I love you" and "No you don't look fat,"
whispered workplace gossip and loud women's chitchat.
Misunderstood, convoluted sentences hurt,
best to keep quiet and a civil war avert,
hidden meanings spoken and often overheard,
silence, indeed, is louder than the spoken word.
©Danielle White
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