I need to listen closely—
the pain you share
should be sharp yet
comes delivered dull, spoken
at the price of a worn tongue;
how it rends me to hear you
recall the worst of all you have been;
I sit quietly
listening to your soft grace
betrayed by the broken
fragments of your words:
I can’t ever glue you back together
but I can hold you in my hands.
© Copyright 2014 Joseph A. Pinto. All Rights Reserved.
15 thoughts on “Dulled”
That’s beautiful Joseph …
Thank you very much, Sheri! 🙂
So true in my life today
Hi Michelle 🙂 Thank you for reading…but I do hope that you’re feeling better 🙂
A sad and beautifully written poem, Joe! An excellent piece. :]
Thank you very much, Nina! :}
what a beautiful thought within sadness…
Thank you very much 🙂
the sharper the cut, the more dull the pain….
Hi Tony 🙂 Your words ring so true, my friend…
poignant and beautiful, the last lines are brilliant
*bows humbly* Thank you, Magenta 🙂
“spoken at the price of a worn tongue”
That’s going to stay with me.
Excellent! I have done my job, then lol Thank you, Renae! 🙂