Title: The dense tense
by Britta from Wales | in writing, poetry
why so tense, dear,
asks a stranger
yes, a few words exchanged,
a few moments shared,
but still unknown to her soul.
because I cannot approach peace,
she would like to reply
but it is not easy, she's not free, you see.
liberate me,
she would like to whisper
it is worth a try
but it is not easy, it seems she's a tree.
missing a mouth, a tongue, that painful brain
perhaps being without a choice is good
eliminates thinking of meanings gone awry
as long as she still thinks, (that is)
Enforced civility/manners?
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