I did not understand
Yet, I know why you left me here
Though I could never do the same.
I feel like I want to scream,
But my knowledge restrains me
While the words sear my throat.
The thoughts beat against my mind
As they echo out of tune
Once aligned, now discordant.
The pictures, once facedown
Now fade to ash.
Willfully self-destructive.
A waste of paper
Of talent, color and time
Of verse, rhythm and rhyme.
Yet all of these symbols
Suffer in silence
Just because I get it.
I know what you mean…
It’s okay, I understand.
Moonlit Poetry 