The World of Quiet
Why
Does this have
To happen,
To happen,
To happen?
I don't talk to Billie Jo
Because she is sad.
I would talk to her better
If she had conversations with
Me.
I don't talk to
Her and she
Does not talk
To me.
Sadness in the World
When I am
Sad
When I am
Sad
When I am
Sad
I don't do good.
I get drunk
I don't live life
The way
It should be
Lived.
Never Stopping
Once I
Work,
Work,
Work,
So hard.
The dust
Comes,
Comes,
Comes.
There is no
Stopping it.
Not at all.
Dust won't stop
No matter how hard you try
I don't know why I
Tried in the first place.
I don't know why
Man of Few Words
I am a man of
Few words
Very few words.
My life is quiet.
I ask my daughter
If she misses Ma.
I get an answer
Of Daddy.
She looks like me,
Talks like me
Mocks me with her steps.
She is me.
I am a man of few words.
Poems by Maisie Konwinski