You just can't reach some men,
maybe some men
are too cold to be reached
Too set in
their ways, haunted
by their
Hearts, left open
and beating
whispering,
sometimes
shouting
Trying to say
"Save yourself
I've never been
a real bother
to anyone."
Well
maybe a few,
but just like the guard
the warden
the prisoner
We all get our chance
to be heard
and more often than not
misheard,
mistaken,
Our syntax
swept along and emptied
into the waste basket
like we're some kind of mess
left for someone else to
clean.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
You just can't reach some men,
maybe some men
are too cold to be reached
Too set in
their ways, haunted
by their
Hearts, left open
and beating
whispering,
sometimes
shouting
Trying to say
"Save yourself
I've never been
a real bother
to anyone."
Well
maybe a few,
but just like the guard
the warden
the prisoner
We all get our chance
to be heard
and more often than not
misheard,
mistaken,
Our syntax
swept along and emptied
into the waste basket
like we're some kind of mess
left for someone else to
clean.
NaPoMo #2
Inspired by the famous Cool Hand Luke quote, "What we've got here is failure to communicate. You just can't reach some men."
