silence Options

[forza]

There are certain things in life you
overlook

There are certain people you
ignore

There are certain "hello's" you
reserve

Today, I became a
victim

Today, I fell into a
snare

Yet, today, I was a
perpetrator

Fast food, standing in file,
a laborer

Browsing the menu,
a mother and child

Hands buried in pockets too shallow,
myself

Exhausted,
he orders

Frustrated,
she orders

Pensive,
i order

As indefatigable as his hard hat
he leaves with a stare

As derelict as her tattered sundress,
she exits, stern

As diffident as my neutral skin tones,
i remained

Listening to the buzzing timers in the
background

Soaking in the sights and sounds of fast food
heaven

Pondering the limits by which we embrace
silence.