Cautious Whispering

 

So tempting to spill, that life she endures

Wanting so badly to vent, maybe ranting can cure

 

Very few she MIGHT trust, too many big mouths

Rarities among those who often shout

 

She looks among the people in every direction

Who can she choose for their undivided attention

 

I won’t say a word, they’ll say with no smile

Lying words if their silence can’t last awhile

 

Thinking about what she’s going through

No time for anyone who leaks her bad news

 

She knows that even those who are close, can betray

How quickly they can voice before the end of the day

 

She’s finally settled on the ear for her anxious voice

Hoping that this time, she’s made the right choice

Comments

  1. AkioDecember 11, 2023 at 9:16 AM

    The poem is nicely written!! Keep writing. Good Work

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    1. Maverick 99August 7, 2024 at 1:45 PM

      Thank you very much. I just saw your comment and didn't realize it was here.

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