i lament of not being understood
not being heard
but as time goes on i wonder
maybe it's less about being misunderstood
and more about not understanding
others
the more i ponder on that thought the more i consider the idea that
i have been heard more than i myself hear
maybe i simply don't listen
maybe i speak on and on
about the words i say
assuming that others do not have an ear to lend when in fact, my ear is attuned to me alone.
too preoccupied to even consider that
i myself am not listening
too busy speaking and speaking
and not hearing not waiting
to see if others would also care to speak
too
self consumed
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no real agenda // poetry
Poetrypoems for all the words i can't say anything and everything goes. i write sporadically and about whatever i want. hence the title i've had the same compilation since the 6th grade, please skip to the better poems... (aka deep breaths and onward, ob...
