what's the point in crying out loud

when no one cares to heed 

the wailings of the innermost voice?

the voice that learned to just

deal with disappointment

within earshot of hecklers

who disregard their promises?

 

if it be so that all

emotional investments

in the life we live are best serv'd

when we forget how to cry,

for to cry is to waste time

getting the attention that

we thought we never deserv'd,

why throw cookie crumbs of regret

to those who want the loaf

all to themselves. . .?

 
why tempt the mouths

of the greedy ones

who have vow'd to pretend

to love you, when all they desire

is to entrap your birthright of peace?

 

© 2005 cynth’ya lewis reed, all rights reserv'd   

 
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