Share In Listening
Those who trust my company
Find it not too late.
For they themselves must share
Their special secret symphony.
Listlessly they share their stories.
I listen as they tell their glories.
My own mind does have such a voicing,
But cannot form words under such pressure.
The nagging of all the others
With their sad sounds.
Such melancholy words of their choicing.
Listen to my music,
The slow grinding tune of my thoughts.
Smell the burning in my breath.
Feel the agony in my words.
I know you can hear it.
Heed these signs as a time for you
A time for you to share in listening.
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