Outside the Moment

There’s moments I step outside,

Peer through a different lense

At my actions, and where they’ll lead.

I try to rearrange my words,

Place them better,

Give them more strength.


More than the monosyllabic answers that litter the room.


Problem is there are no new ways,

To combine our words,

Look at our differences.

Awkward silences claw between,

Trying to mask themselves as comfort,

Fool us into uneasy quiet.


We’ve heard it all before,

Hell, we said it all before.

We’re masters of hardened hearts,

And victimizing our guilt.
The moment passes, swept away in emotion.


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