The Unspoken Life
Sometimes I speak
just to make sure
the words still come out of my mouth
with sense
I never really
say the things
I truly mean,
those thoughts come out
so much easier
on paper
I think the world
is a shallow, heartless place
to spend forever
dwindling away,
dying
So I make sense of this doom
with ridicule and humor
even though I understand
Life isn't funny
So what is it?
Copyright © Laci Nelson | Year Posted 2008
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