contemplativeThree Words
There are three words that form the gap
four syllables that separate
one from another in this life
forbidding aid when doom calls
the first states the self exclaimed
outside myself, part of my life
raising stakes because they care
or they should in other times
the second is the harshest slap
not because it’s from malice
instead a statement of denial
ability to commit to a cause
a third is the most damned
it closes doors to moving forward
a denial of truth’s touch
with ignorance as the cause
now we’ve reached the summation
put together to mark the guilty
velvet glove tossed to earth
I’ve no response to challenge thrust
here’s the chant I’ve alluded
“I don’t understand” kills discourse
breach of trust when voids threaten
comprehending is the blockage.
© 2017. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20171009.
