roogymirror's Poems: Vol. I

Injury

The noise echoes across the table

Sparks of nothing, evident

Truth rending silence unstable

Whispers of something, eminent

Where did it happen? How? Whom?

The value is lost in the shuffle

Start over again, sorrow looms

Every loud voice reduced to a muffle

Certain words cause a great disillusion

But there is knowledge within

Make the argument, dissuade confusion

Allow understanding to begin

Half or whole, big or small,

There is always more to it than that

The origin story of the rise and fall

An injury that seldom falls flat

Starving, retching, waiting, dying,

No recourse in space or time

Killing, plotting, scheming, lying,

No remorse, reason, nor rhyme

The start, the end, the point of reference

If it matters, it is important

Begin, conclude, a point of reverence

Now the flow becomes concordant